On that cold, black morning, she stood before the steaming taxi, shivering.
Her body drained of spirit.
Only a reflection remained,
And the lights of her green eyes, limpid in wet mascara;
And her lips, trembling beneath the lipstick smudged across her mouth.
Oh, that enduring kiss.
But now, she was free of sense,
And orphaned by her future,
Lost again at last.
Then suddenly she went; flying on the wings of suspicion—an inkling of her returning obligations
