Her on Crutches
I saw her on crutches,
I could not speak to her,
As an admission of guilt,
For I was not guilty,
Her distress was palpable,
I did not expect her to feel mine,
No sympathy for this one I expect,
In relation to me,
Only,
I breath quickly,
Her beauty is obvious,
Unlike some you have to look for,
So I wait, and see,
Her again.
David A Robertson 26.01.21
