Her intention was not to stay
in this small town with
all of its small people.
Her intention was not to see
them again after
she turned eighteen.

But here she is, drumming her fingers
against the wood table and looking out
at the empty road.

She saw no dreams,
no hopes,
no wishes.

She only saw
and failure.

Her eyes and heart were full of dreams,
but those dreams weren’t hers
until she took them.

Oh, how she wanted to take them…

kh ’17