there are no words
for a face whose forlorn eyes
take me in as a girl-
and not a soul
as a girl
who is not more than a
pretty face
and failed dreams
and hands slightly worn
slightly calloused
slightly groping
as a girl
always hoping
mostly impassive
except when inspired
perhaps by a bit of
love and fairy-tale fluff that
may pass by
and fade into one point of pain
and longing
may pass by
because all sentiment
must pass by