I can get you to Canada,
she said,
as I waited for my plane.
Just take this card,
call the number,
and you will be free,
her blue eyes bright.
I looked at her wondering
if this could be true,
freedom from the pain
of all that I knew.
I held her gaze,
for just a moment
she smelled of fresh flowers
on a warm spring day
a memory I carry to this day.
I thought about her offer,
then said, No,
I’ve done my time
and now I’m headed home.
She turned away from me,
and walked to another gate.
Was she sad I wondered,
as she disappeared
melting into the crowd
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What a beautifully written piece! ❤
You've captured that single moment in your words so perfectly…
Looking forward to reading more from you! ❤
Thank you for your kind comment.
You’re welcome! ❤