As I rounded the bend, it was the second time I saw her.
I almost hit her. Her feet were in the road. She was leaning on the telephone pole.
Sleeping? Passed out. Drunk?
What will I do to help her?
The first time I saw her she was on the sidewalk. Sprawled out. Eyes shut and heart beating.
What's her story?
Should I pull over?
It's hard to know where to start or what to say.
I refuse to ignore my memories of this moment and I'm never going to forget her.
I must act. But will she hear me? Will she see me? Will she respond?
I hope there's a next time.
No comments:
Post a Comment