Once a girl. In mommy’s world. Laughing rhyming singing songs. In her newly learned tongue. Oh. Now a girl. In this world. Married to a stranger’s name. Writing to him all the same. Oh but where can she go. If she’s going?. Alone. Where can she go. If she’s going alone?. Where can she go to avoid. The love goodbye?. Oh. All the same. Letters answer letters. In a round about way. “Sweet darling” they commence. But she no longer feels that way. Oh there’s not a soul. In the streets below. Sitting by the window. Clinging to the phone. Dialing endless numbers. No reply. Love goodbye.. Where can she go. If she’s going?. Alone. Where can she go. If she’s going?. Where can she go if she’s going alone?. She’s going alone. She’s going…