She Wore The Road

She wore the road
    On her little finger
Aimless and pointing
    Whichever way the
Wind was blowing.
    She saw the sun
In her hair,
    The light played in
Strands across the hills.
    She felt the stars
In her arms, drawing
    Boarders for the sole
Purpose of crossing.
    She heard me
At her door
    Writing her a letter
She'd never want to read.    
    She smelt coal
In the alcove behind
    Her apartment
Cooking her heart
    Inside her ribs
To a charred eternity.