She's Not Here, By Ruth Asare

Going up the driveway
Her car is Here
A rush of excitement & happiness
At the thought of seeing her
Unlocking the door sets off the alarm
She’s not Here
Try to picture golden locks
Falling over her shoulders
The silhouette of her slender frame
The starlight casting shadows through trees
Of the window to the sky above
Sometimes even when she’s Here
She’s not Here
Her smile makes you forget the bad things in life
A flame burns within her
Drawing people like moths to a light
Mysterious at times
She is greatly loved