Lonely Girl In A Hostel

She sits alone
Sipping water in the heat.
Listening to music,
Gently tapping feet.
I wonder where she came from,
How she came to this far land.
In the heat of the jungle,
Where the ocean meets sand.
You can see she is lonely,
As she takes another drag,
Of the ciggarette she pulled,
From her travel-worn old bag.
And with that she walks away,
Never more to be seen by me.
And again I am left wondering why she came,
Who'd she run from? Who'd she come to see?

by R.M. Alexander

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