The Stranger

He came in my life at my darkest hour

When
the man who promised to stand by me
who made feeble promises to hold me in the dark
and protect me from the dangers of the world
left, without a word or clue
I do not know why to this day
It was very windy that day and I did not have much on
I was wearing his favorite dress
dusty rose and pair of white slippers
but he never showed
My dress gathered dirt
my make up smudged
and my head hurt

Was it something I said?
Something I did?

I am not sure how long I sat there in grass
legs sprawled but unable to move
unable to feel

He came around introduced himself and sat down
I cant remember what his name was
but he was dressed in black
and had a long jagged scar on his left check
It looked odd but he did not scare me
he talked about everything and at same time nothing at all
reached for my hand and held on to it
said that i looked lost and could use a friend

I smiled and said nothing
It was just the two of us in the middle of all the uncertainty
I did not know what tomorrow was going to bring
and he was not in a rush to go anywhere

He was not so great with words but he understood my pain
that was 2 years ago
I am sitting here in the same place once more
hoping that he has not forgotten about me