Despair in her Eyes

Sitting outside the cafe, drinking my inexpensive designer coffee, I like to watch the world busy itself around me. Pondering the lives of those that pass me by.

It was then my gaze fell upon a young girl seated in doorway. Her hair was once a golden brown, clothes clean not all dirty and torn. Her face portraying the hard times endured.

As I looked into her eyes, they were filled with pools of sorrow. They’d witnessed things one so young should not have seen. Guilt racked me for the coffee held as I walked away.

I’ve never returned to that cafe on a morning, for fear of seeing the despair within the young girl’s eyes. They haunt me still as I think of her life, when I see all that I have.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown 


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