I Walked In Her Shoes, the Girl Without a Name
i saw her cower
beneath the wail
of his voice
a trail of black smudges
framed her face
from the outlines
of her long brown hair
as it swayed on the breeze
she shivered
in the warmth
of this day
as did i
along with her
i didn't know her name
but i walked in her shoes
along that desolate path
that left her hanging
her head in shame
i smiled as she glanced
then hugged her
like an old friend
saying it's so nice
to see you again
he walked away
momentarily
but we both knew
he'd be back
to collect her tears
in the rage of his storm
we drove along the emptiness
of country miles
while she collected
just her thoughts
she couldn't look back
never had a chance to pack
i dropped her at the depot
with fifty bucks and a ticket
back home
i can never forget her
or the depths of pain
yet i never knew her name
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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