Well
There is no time to appear
anything close to sentimental.
Staring out the window,
Concrete driveway, the empty light hangs.
She said it was her favorite house.
I didn’t know I was only here for a few days.
A passenger passing through on a bright white ship
maybe she saw I felt sad
and I tried to say
“Time clears all and it moves
so rapid these late days,
there is no hour to look backwards”
Vanessa Saunders is a recent graduate of the University of East Anglia. She is currently located in the San Francisco Bay Area. Enjoys: traveling, reading about traveling, reading-in-general, escapism.