I turn towards the face of misery and despair
The touch of my hand on the cold canvas
It reminded me of the blizzard last winter
Her eyes were closed, but tears still traveled along the delicate structure
I wiped one against her skin, before it can freeze solid, accidentally waking her
She moves slightly and opens her eyes
Gives a strange and frightened look
Probably wondering why I was so close
Her struggle to push me away had failed and so I gave way, to show my manners.
She gets up and drags her blanket off the busy side walk
I stood there, watching her leave with rags in both hands
To see her disappear in the city’s crowd.
Written by eva626
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