A limp and lonely boy,
A lively loveable girl,
One bench,
One day.

A bench where strangers meet,
They glance,
They look,
They stare.

A simple stare,
But more than that,
A new beginning,
Of an old ending.

Would it be love,
Or friendship,
Or nothing,
Only days would tell.

As everyday they sat,
They stared, but neither said a thing,
This then changed one day,
When the girl was not there.

The boy just stared,
At the place she should be,
Waiting for her to arrive,
She never did.

Three weeks later,
She finally turns up,
He says "where have you been,
I was worried about you"

He sits closer,
She goes to back away,
He holds her,
Then noticing the bruises and cuts.

One cut still bleeding,
Had she run,
He looked,
He stared.

He stayed!