When I saw you

that day, walking on

the old pathway. Seeing

your face, made me

slow down my pace.

Bruised arms, trying

to hold yourself

together. Trails left by

a rusty blade, and blood

stained ripped clothing. Cracked

lips whisper the tale

of the one who did

this to you. A stranger,

a man you never knew. Blindly

trusting him, thinking

it would be fine. Look

at yourself now, barely

alive. Innocence taken

away in an instant. Putting

my arms around you, trying

to make you feel safe

again. Though I don’t know if

I can help with the pain

you have inside