The homeless girl.
She looked so sad.
I pulled the car around,
and parked nearby,
then walked to her,
and we spoke,
for a long while.
Her name was Rose,
she loved her dog,
was looking for work,
and needed a shower.
Her words, not mine.
I gave her ten dollars.
All I had at the time.
She told me that,
she was happier,
from my company.
She told me how some,
pulled around to insult,
to yell over, and over.
I felt compassion for her.
She is a human being.
Then I went on my way.
I wonder where she is?
I hope she found,
what she needed.
I will not forget you.
I love you Rose.
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