Late on an October night
I sat on the grass as windblown through my hair.
I watched the stars and listen to the whisper of the trees.
I smile and think What a dark, warm night
As the howls of the wind were interrupted by my phone
An unknown number comes across
but I answered it anyway
A person I did not know called to say they were not okay
They dialed a random number and were afraid
I did not hang up, I could not let go.
We talk through the night.
As I walked up the hill and down the meadow
On this lovely warm night, I entered my home and sat alone.
The person's voice cracked with pain asking me to stay on the phone
I cupped my hand and whisper It's okay, you're not alone.
Late on an October night
I helped a stranger with their fight