Safe
Years have passed.
But it hasn’t gotten easier
To say what it was
That I couldn’t reach.
You were too beautiful
To walk alone.
So I kept you safe
On the brown city streets
That threatened to absorb you,
A colorful drop
Of windblown frailty.
I knelt beside you
And held up your hands
To explain their beauty.
It was the first time I touched you,
And you smiled
As if you shouldn’t.
