Pulling The Blanket

Her right leg rubs the left one,

Her eyes watching the window,

Slowly the fog is entering,

She looked deep into the window,

Someone is walking down the road,

A tall guy,

With torn jeans,

Thick hair,

Appeared when the vehicle light flashed,

The more he went far,

She felt his presence,

Is this what they call desire,

Or is this just a hallucination,

She stopped rubbing her legs,

The blanket pulled up by someone,

Over her lifeless body.