another game

it could have been white pearls to add to her beauty or a gold chain from him as
the song kept playing

she seems upset weary walking back and more....
her shoes making sounds like a who on a morning come home
she is chattering to self fist to the hands tight

no one 
alone 
shouting now begins

no one cares 
who you are 
light up a smoke inhale long
exhale slowly saliva to the air
one more.... another and another

now the tears rushing like a want of desire upon the soft pink skin
for the face began to color change as moods to a pain

on her phone shouting ''where the hell are you ''

 came home
a note
bags pack ....