The tune of his song still sang in her head,
As Snazy sat down on a bench painted red.
But noises soon crowded her thoughts of the guy,
As a siren broke loose beneath the sleet-laden sky.
She looked out across the blank building blocks,
The streets half way-paved, filled with unsteady rocks.
She studied the cracked chunks of asphalt that broke,
Beneath a large black van, until someone spoke.
He muttered some words that she never used,
With tears wiped away, he seemed lost and confused.
Like he saw something horrid from within her eyes,
He took a step back as pain bled from his sighs.
She reached out a hand, to guid him away,
From the misery scarring his heart everyday.
But he sharply turned back out towards the town,
Passing the black van that still drove around.
She wondered what he had seen with that stare,
Why couldn't she help him, life never seemed fair.
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