Little Lady
I looked in your eyes
Face flushed with red blotched blood
I peered into the void
Asking if you “needed a hug”
wouldn’t subside the torrent in your mind.
Through the day signs showed you were getting better,
if only falsely.
Dawn arrived with the break of bad news,
your heart would not be settling anytime soon.
Gathering to leave, knowing there was nothing I could do
My footsteps followed a regretful tune
“I’m not so perfect, baby, you are worth it.”
