As she drops her bag upon the chair
And orders her favorite cup of coffee
She sits in her comfort
This is her home
. . . away from Home
Life may be good
But behind those eyes lie secrets
Her smile not often genuine
People do care for her
Yet she struggles to reciprocate
Only her child she truly appreciates
So she comes here alone
Looking at others sitting or passing
Wondering what life would be like if . . .
Yes life is good
But she loves her solo time
One day she won’t though
Till then the reality of her actions
and the fairy tale in her mind
Continue the struggle
as she innocently sips from her cup.
Novatourist 