inhabitant.

in me used to live a girl;

this girl was not full of life

she was life

she would stop doing that she was doing

just to stare out the window

and observe the sunset;

she would look at the future

tie her hair and go for it.

that girl somehow left

found somewhere she liked better

in me lives a girl

made out of fear;

this girl looks at the future

yet keeps turning her head

just to look at the past;

she looks out the window,

shakes her head

and keeps doing her job,

hoping that someone's

appreciating that sunset

just like she would've done.

but sometimes there's this knock

knock

knock

and this other girl comes back in

hugs the girl living in me

and says goodbye,

leaving her scent for me

to remember.