Never forget that darkened look from the girl
Who sat in the corner.
We held hands and joked,
We ate cake,
Met your friends.
She sat in the corner
With a coffee
And toast
And smiled.
A tragic look that never reached her shoulders
Or her hands.
It’s not my fault,
I didn’t know.
Not my responsibility,
Should be yours.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
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