M. Aline

Wait

They say your time is not yet

A certain young fellow

May be in London

Doesn’t know you exist

Draw a line or a pattern

Replication of a story untold

He sees you in his dreams

He finds you intriguing

But why can’t you know

It seems like they know

Before you know

Yet they won’t take you there

To let you in the door

They know you’d have to walk the stairs

Wait

How does he know who you are

By the faded lines in your cheeks

And the worn-out scars on your hands

The promise of a career

A young woman with her whole life planned