Bi - Folding Doors

Six months after my Mother decided to move out of the house, which only she and I shared. Had not surprisingly been swept on a messy path during preceding time. In nondescript depot, Northern suburbs of Adelaide We met while waiting on stationary city bound bus I was 16, you 14, shared only gender and addiction Your two finger signal to me, initial encouragement Together we stepped out, sat down with ease A pocket produced the cigarette you requested Yet to realise your soon apparent clairvoyance As my Angel, our meeting was ardour suspended With nonchalance of street-wise, I shrugged a reply "Just heading to the City, - see what's going on" You ascertained vague expression between lines Guaged I had nowhere prescribed to belong Insistence that I come to your house unwarranted I swallowed order with gratitude, steaming broth's bowl Shock shot lame my stiff stance, flowing warmth translated Riding the bus beside a friend, unlikely dream unfolded A typical teenager, you lived with your family, to become My family for the next four months, a premature adult's reprieve Your three sisters, one brother equalled four full bedrooms Her pure generosity allowed your Mum to willingly shelter me Had my cashless, city bound track occurred, I shudder to guess at possible horror hapless trajectory offered Shahanna, the miracle of our co inciding invited my rescue A chance for childhood dependance given to the discarded Indebted to Shahanna's proximity, God's will