I Found You...

I found you.

Wandering alone on a cold winter night, I found you.

I found you at the Nottingham’s bus station.

You looked so cold and frail.

Your smile was broken.

Gaining your confidence, you told the story.

The story of troublesome obstacles experienced.

Kidnapped by criminals.

Terrible stories followed.

Stories that made my heart cry for you.

Surreal, it all was.

Exposed to terrible, frightening things.

You regained your confidence.

You stood, you walked, you ran.

Moving from one place to another.

It all happened so fast.

Nowhere to go.

Nowhere to run.

No one to turn to.

I found you.