maybe

and i heard hear say

crying from the wooded path

you can’t help me

no one can

and i lifted the branches

from under which she hid

and told her

i can’t help anyone

she looked at me

and i looked back

both of us

lost

falling apart

and she smiled

well

that’s a start

i guess

she picked a leaf from her hair

and let it fall

i watched it

as

she watched me

watch it

and i felt her eyes

they we’re gentle

yet

filled with

pain

maybe you can help me

she whispered

as i stared at the leaf

but

why

i asked

half under my breath

clearly

you don’t need helping

and she reached out

and

patted my cheek

maybe

we all need

a

little

help

from time to time

and i sighed

she was right

and together

we walked out of the woods

hand

in

hand

into the night

maybe she is right

we

all

need

help

sometimes

5 thoughts on “maybe

    1. behind the poem – Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them was on. The end makes me cry, so, everytime. Yes. Everytime. I hate watching that fucking movie because of it. And cannot not watch it anyway. Fucking Kowalski man. This came from my tearing up as it went to credits.

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