Her hair was pretty messy
She looked somewhat disheveled
I hadn’t seen her in awhile
I was feeling quite unsettled.
Always neat and put together
Now she looked distraught and sad
Looked like she’d been treated badly
Then stuffed into a bag.
Her hair was awfully greasy
She smelled of cheap perfume
Her shoes were scuffed and tattered
She needed a bath and I mean soon.
I picked her up at the bus stop
She hadn’t waited very long
She said that she was hungry
I knew that something had gone wrong.
What can I do to help you?
“Let me stay with you awhile”
I said okay with trepidation
Then I mustered up a smile.
She had no luggage to speak of
Just a small black leather purse
Guess she figured coming back to me
Couldn’t make things any worse.
She had hit rock bottom
There was nowhere left to go
I drew her bath, gave her a towel
A brush and some clean clothes.
Once she had cleaned herself up
She looked more like herself
I was still in love with her
What could I do to help?
She didn’t stay with me very long
She was anxious to get back
Back to where she came from
I was calm and didn’t react.
I dropped her back off at the bustop
Gave her five hundred dollars and a phone
I told her if she changed her mind
She could always come back home.
She kissed my cheek
Then walked away
I watched the bus drive off
I knew I’d never see her again
Somehow she had gotten lost.
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