She knows sacrifice so well,
They exchange secrets.
Her carriage arrives on the bell,
A rusty operator sings.
Covering her nose from the mechanical smell,
Her fingers are dressed in weathered rings.
She looks up at me, and I am enlightened,
Green eyes flourish in the Autumn sun,
And although she has alighted,
We are in transit, forever walking.
Closely it will follow,
A glance or whisper, forever stalking.
We know promises are hollow,
So, let our shadows do the talking.
“And let us be free.”