I Didn’t Help
By birksy
When she passed me, she looked my way fleetingly, but didn’t stop, though I felt she wanted to. I watched her walk away continued to think she didn’t want to go wherever it was she was going. And then I was diverted, and forgot all about her, my memory has never been that good. Next day I saw her again, though this time she was dead, the same expression on her face, she looked at me, not fleetingly, and all I could think was that I didn’t help. Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 09:39 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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"When she passed me, she looked my way..."