she approached our table
in search of a few dollars
to find a place to lay her head
for the night
eyes sunken
cheeks sunken
T-cell count sunken
all I had to offer was my card
and the small hope that she
would come to see me
in the morning
what the night holds for her
i do not know
i only know that she is a thin,
thirty-eight year old woman,
alone, with little money,
and few T-cells
and all i could do
was hand her my card
and sincerely hope
i see her
in the morning
Very sad. :-(
well done.
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