When she left us in the crowd alone we felt abandoned. We cried, yet everyone walked pass like we weren't there. Maybe we were just invisible, no one can see us maybe that's why she left. We stayed on the lone street full of people, we were dead inside. She walked this street sometimes, but ignored us. We gripped her pants legs begging her to take us back , no glances were spared except for her phone. You wept harder then me but I still begged. Over the years we realized our tries were futile, we stopped and just watch as she walked, but once, only once did she stop and looked back to us; she only pointed and laughed. At that time we both cried. We wanted out, to get away from the street that held all the memories of being abandoned. Leaving was the hardest part. We struggled to get up, no matter how much we pushed people bumped into us and we fell again, we were constantly stuck in the middle if the road. But you suddenly shot up off the ground and took off like a flashing light. I was left here on my own without knowing where you went, what happened or even how you got up. I was envious. You never came back to that road, neither has she I was alone and abandoned again. But a hand appeared in front of me.The owner of that hand had a smiling face, beautiful eyes, but a guarded mind. The stranger got me up to my feet and he lead me off the road. We both watched as you and her strolled across the crosswalk together hand in hand. The stranger gave me a warm embrace I've always wanted someone to do but never received; untill now. He held me close as I cried. I pushed away not wanting the closeness. Again afraid of being hurt and left. So before he could leave me, I left him.
