She approaches, tears in her eyes, contemplating the moment when her emotions got the better of her - when hurt crept in and crept up; containing it no longer an option. But what can she do? There is no where to hide.
She continues on and hopes no one will notice. Everyone so absorbed by their own tasks, trials, thoughts. Or, does she pray that someone will notice and save her from her despair?
She nears, tears in her eyes. I contemplate her position letting her pass me by. I watch as she walks away, torn. I've let her pass me by too many times to count. So many struggling, close enough to touch, whom I've let slip away.
Forgive me for letting you go.
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This is so touching - it's inspiring to remember that we have a choice to reach out.
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