Runaway

She sits in a dark cold rusty alley behind a smelly dumpster.
Alone.
Perhaps she ran away from everything meaningful.
She sits and thinks of the possibilities.
Thinking of the cold lonely nights sleeping outside behind the old dumpster.
What could she make of this, she thought.
Nothing.
Thoughts spinning. “Why did I leave?”
Thinking: her dad?
Her mom?
Having nothing come to mind.
Thinking maybe: what if.
It might just be me.