She didn’t move to places,
she visited them and
smiled at strangers
who turned around when
they walked passed her.
But she was gone
within the blink of an eye
before anyone could ask
about her name.
Everyone in each town
seemed to know her
but eventually they all forgot
the features of her face
and the different colors of her eyes.
But I keep thinking about her,
the time she looked at me
that felt like a small eternity
and I like to think
that maybe her name was Hope
and everything you associate with it.
—  It’s a metaphor