she asks, looking shyly from left to right.

is this home?

she looks so hopeful, and i wish i could say yes, fulfil her dreams, give her a platform for her thoughts. I wish i could please her, i wish i could say what she wants to hear, but i can't. I can't say yes.

depends...

i say, careful & on guard.

depends what you call home...

she looks at me with big eyes.

i'm looking for a aplace where i can be me...

she says, tentative. i would like to be nice now. i would like to please her, to make it easier on her. i would like to be true. but i can't.

aren't we all, now?

i say, with a false smile, with a false sound, and i can feel her trust shrinking, but not too much: she hasn't much else left.

come on now! take a mojito! and tell me all about you!

she smiles. she sees. she disappears