STALE MASCARA

I drove forward, homewards bound
And the only warmth in that night
Simmered on the forehead
Of her moony eyes

A breeze howled in her ear
She brushed it with a whisper
And pulled it with the dampness
To the rivers of her hair

A song rung in her brain
She hummed to me it's voice
We sung the chorus in unison
A fleeting, timid rejoice

Her melody faded off the rear view
Soon after home came about
Smudged in her stale mascara
The show was over and out

-K.G.