I never knew your name...from where you came I never knew where you were headed. I never knew who was waiting or if you were wedded for you to come home that morning. I only knew that for a moment, so few our paths crossed on a cold city dawn. --- We had stopped for coffee. Just another patrol. Just another shift. Just another sunrise waiting somewhere beyond the dark. You were the only customer there. A young woman on a bike. You bought what you came for, pulled on your gloves, and rode away, seeing it was something you loves. --- A minute later, maybe less, The air changed Sounding like a crash echoed through the streets. The kind of sound every officer heart skip beats before his mind has time to catch up...his body shakes up. --- We go. Training took over. Instinct took over. But nothing prepares you slow for what wait when you arrive..."Am I to late" --- There you were. Broken. Silent. And yet somehow still fighting to stay. Not your time to go...We Pray Your helmet had come away. Your eyes were open. The windows to your soul. Searching. Looking for something. Or someone. --- I sat beside you flat. Lifted your head gently and Rested it on my lap. Took your hand in mine. And suddenly two strangers shared the smallest piece of eternity. --- You looked straight into my eyes. Not at my uniform. Not at my badge. Not at my name. Not at the police officer. Just another human Just another soul standing at the edge of a burning coal neither of us could stop sharing eyes...the windows of the soul --- Your hand held mine. Tighter than I expected. As if you knew you are protected As if somewhere deep inside you understood the road ahead was one you would walk alone instead. --- I wanted to tell you it would be alright. Wanted to tell you help was here...please fight Wanted to tell you you were going home...you are not alone. But some lies are heavier than cries. --- So I stayed. I held your hand. And I stayed. --- Then came that moment. The one that never leaves. The one carried by old policemen...stuff they sees long after the sirens stop. Long after the reports are written a lot. Long after the uniforms are packed away. Somethings always stay. --- Your eyes changed. Your breathing slowed. And with one final look you slipped beyond this world Still holding my hand...yours it took --- Years have passed since then. Roads changed again. Places changed again. The man I was changed too...carrying a chain But some memories refuse to fade. Nothing to trade. --- I still remember your eyes. I still remember the silence go by's I still remember that morning air. And sometimes, when the world grows quiet unfair I find myself wondering who you were...still pondering --- Were you somebody's daughter? Somebody's wife? Somebody's mother? Did somebody wait for a call that never came at all? Did somebody spend years wishing for one more conversation even with tears? One more hug? One more goodbye? --- I don't know. And I never will why. But I know this. --- If your family ever wondered whether you were alone that morning...your life plundered You weren't. --- A stranger knelt beside you. A tired policeman with coffee still cooling behind him. A man who never knew your name or from where you came. A man who never forgot your face. Your heart and eyes have a special place. --- And when your journey ended, you did not face it alone...just surrendered Someone was there. Someone held your hand and care. Someone stayed. Until the very end and prayed. --- And after all these years, I still remember. Rest easy, young lady. You are not forgotten. Your memories never rotten. Because for one brief moment, you trusted a stranger. And that stranger still remembers you...not the danger If her family ever wondered whether she was alone that morning... She wasn't. I PROMISE... I PROMISE ❤️ Pinoks Vibes Songs for the bruised, Not the perfect.
