Streets

July 18

The day we met wasn't some rainy cliche day. It was sunny to the point a Popsicle could melt in a second. You were seated at the side of the road. When you stared into my eyes, I could see the pain they held. So I took you home with me saying I'll take care of you for the day. You came along gladly but you never spoke a word. 

I wish I knew what I would be getting into the day I had picked you up from these streets.

July 18,2013