The Heartless Stranger
The morning dew
Clouded the eyes of
The heartless stranger.
Pedal to the medal
And eyes so deadly
Staring at the red lights
Of a heartless stranger.
Bewildered with a crooked
smile turned upside down.
The humid air became cold,
Ice cold like the heartless stranger.
Time heals and the merry-go-round
Goes round and comes back around.
Bended knees on the solid ground
With no resentment of anger
As I walked away from the heartless stranger.
~Tammy Campbell Brooks