Walking along,
He sees nothing.
Nothing. Not even the girl sitting on the street beside him.
The one that is lost, confused and without love.
Love she once had.
Love that tore her apart.
Looking at her feet
She cries.
Cries about what was lost,
What was taken.
Taken without pemission,
What could stitch a broken girl back together?
Together with the man she sits at the bus stop,
She still cries, he looks straight ahead
Ahead. That's where she wants to look, but she can't stop looking back.
Finally, the man glances toward her.
Her first instinct is to run, and so is his.
But he embraces her and quickly turns,
Turns away from her and looks straight ahead.
But the good is done, and she smiles.
Smiles because now she can try to make it better.
She stands up and begins walking.
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