Orange is for warmth

[americankitten]

I see her all alone
She's crying in the street
Crying just across the street
From my front window.

I watch, as she shakes in sadness
And something from the storm
Snakes inside me
And touches my vein surrounded heart.

I see her looking at the door
She has just heard open in the night.
I look in her eyes and blink.
She doesn't look familiar, just dirty.

When I sit next to her
And invite her into warmth
She is silent as a lamb
Silent as my house, empty.

We agree to let her spend the night
She borrows my clothes
And she just nods,
Keeping that story in her eyes secret.