Seasons - Without Pause

the seasons pass dutifully around her slow sphere of cycles turning jeans with forgotten poems in the pockets fade, her face gains lines that map out the long hard road, and her dusty boots get dustier as she walks without pause spinning, wash rinse spin repeat the days, the months pass and collect puddles, oceans inside never feeling full and she sheds her skin again and again, heavy and weathered blistered from the sun; another layer, new tougher than the previous one her hope is tucked away quiet in her heart the only thing solid in the constant evolvement her hope, a rock with his name written on it as sharp as the day she scribbled it after asking, 'what's your name?' while thinking, never leave me i could love you as unfading as the memories tattooed on her soul still fresh from so many seasons ago these things keep her going as she walks with purpose, dutifully without pause