somewhere
on my way home
a little girl
reached up,
held my hand,
said thank you
and exited
when we stopped.
something told me
to tell her
it was nothing,
but the words
got caught up
in the sigh
of the closing doors.
mzf
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 6:26 AM UTC
somewhere
on my way home
a little girl
reached up,
held my hand,
said thank you
and exited
when we stopped.
something told me
to tell her
it was nothing,
but the words
got caught up
in the sigh
of the closing doors.
mzf
