There are eyes I can see
that I never saw
staring, round, scared
Not haunting me
but there at a beckon
adding melancholy
to my soup of the day
Not that I loved her
but she was so lost
so alone, so desparate
I couldnt not reach out
And when she left
she lost her way again
I threw her little lifebuoys
of cash and care and attention
but she floundered,
foundered.
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