Nothing special

Standing under a highway bridge
November wetness creeps between the zippers
A concrete column leans on her back
An 34 year old life on her shoulders

Alone in a crowd, a silent scream she  didnt even heard her self
Washy grey eyes seeing nothing but the down spiral she fights every day

Blurry flashes of others joy and a taste of already breathed pleasure
The sound of a city full of wet lonely grey

I saw her waiting for nothing special
My feet still so alive from the last dance for this night
Sharing a smoke was what I offered
She payed with a smile
We shared our stories and hopes and nothing special

I dont know who of us wanted to share more first
Not that it matters, truly I do not care
But nothing less than our life we wanted to share