They had left.
She felt a little lost without them.
But no matter, they were gone.
She lit another cigerette
And quietly got headrush.

They wouldnt be back for a while.
She walked to the end of the road.
Everything was wet.
Her feet were cold
Even encased in he silly fluffy slippers.

She could feel the streets stones
Through the hole in her left shoe
She'd worn it down from climbing through her window.
But that was then.
Now she could walk without worry.

And so she walked.
Towards her new home.
She took another puff of her forgotten ciggerette
and flicked it away.

Gone already.
For some reason she stopped at the gate.
That sign, for sale. For sale.
It would be gone soon
But not for now.

She entered the house and sat down.
Bored and lonely.
Mssing the cat winding around her feet.
Soon. Soon she vowed.

She sat on her damp blanket,
And typed this up.