clearly confused,
walking along the road
wearing a trash bag for a coat.
Watching from a safe distance.
A window between us.
Or maybe a world.
Wondering what he needs,
how I could help.
Fear trounced love,
as it so often does.
The most I could do was say a brief prayer
and then look away.
Again.
I am so very sorry.
Could you tell him please?
