December Winds

I see her, standing there, her hair covered in snowflakes, her thin sweat shirt covering her face and arms, her skinny jeans ripped and tattered.

Why was she standing out here? In this unbearable cold, me standing here bundled up in a large winter coat. Her standing there all alone and cold.

It pains me to see her shivering as she walks over to sit down on a bench. As if she was waiting for something. Someone to come find her and take her to a better place.

I could see her eyes to clearly, even from a distance. Her beautiful blue eyes shining I'm the light of the day.

I hear my name being called by my friend, I look at him and raise a brow. By the time I look back she's gone...

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