Inspiration What Do You Withhold From Me?

I often run into her
when she's waiting
for a ride
sometimes, while she's
washing clothes
I once caught her
checking her mail
every time
I've caught her
she doesn't say much
lowers her eyes
and scurries off
disappearing
from where she came
no Hi
no excuse me
no words escape her
awkward lips
not even a second glance
right before she shuts
her door
locking her secrets
from me
while I stand there
wondering
what stories
she would be able
to tell
if she could only
speak

to me