where the map will take you

She is going somewhere
I can hear it
in the way the house pauses
when she gently glides through it,
as if even the torn walls
are trying to find her. 

I sit in polished classrooms
behind gates and old brick walls,
arriving in quiet cars
that glide past the lines outside.

There’s a quiet beauty 
in the things you know won’t last 
moments already fading 
even while you’re inside them.