I must have looked a sorry sight
My hair so short it gave no cover for red, puffy eyes;
Tell-tale tracks across my swollen cheeks,
The heaviness of heart I could no longer hold.
I had a note clasped in my hand,
“Two weeks off work” he’d said,
Not fit to care for others when my own needs
Had erupted from the depths
Like burning lava of deep-buried sorrow
And all those years of longing to be loved.
Here comes the man!
At just the moment I was wandering I know not where
Here comes the man!
No place to run, no time to hide
And so you saw me, all exposed in pain.
Instead of crossing to the other side
Compassion rose – the doctor-in-the-making that you were…
Or maybe just a spark of something more?
With shining eyes your smile advancing
Carrying my future across the car park
That day although we’d hardly met,
You scooped me up
And never put me down again
with thanks to the impetus provided by Leicester Writing School I am starting to write again
Sally Ann was-Red