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Aug 2010
She
Lays alone
Crying, dying inside
Her inner demons eat her away

Curled
In a ball
On a *****, hard bench
With no idea how she got there

Crowds
Walk past her
Pay her no attention
Or even see her look of despair

He
Looks at her
Concern there in his eyes
Moves through the crowd, rushes to her side

She
Looks up, afraid
So much internal pain
Flinches at his touch, begs leave her be

He
Cannot leave
He insists to take care
And brings her home with him that December night

She
Is thankful
Rests in his bed tonight
The safety of his care protects her

He
Is thankful
That he found her that day
She’s now safer than she’d ever be

In
This city
She could have died that night
But his actions saved her life

They
Are both safe
In one another’s arms
Reaching for hands, yet touching their hearts
© August 19, 2010. Shanna Howse & Emily Krol
Shanna Howse
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