all i could offer

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