Finally
I just got in to work and on my way here I saw her. She's been MIA for a while and I've missed seeing her, but as I got to the light by temple street a crowd parted and she was there. She looked very thin and frail. Her hood was off and her short hair was a mess and her face looked incredibly sad. Her green jacket is fading to a yellow around the shoulders and hood, probably from being in the sun all day. She was carrying a CVS bag and man. . . I wish I knew what was in it. She turned and walked up Temple Street where Suffolk is. She paused for a moment and stared at a stone bench- like she was debating whether or not to sit down. I felt like such a fucking stalker, but when I saw her my heart fell and I got so nervous. I am obsessed with this woman and I feel like a moron. I have so much to ask this lady, but how the fuck do you approach someone like that? She looks sick and frail. I'm worried about her. I'm worried about a woman I don't even know. That is just plain crazy. I am sitting here at work while she could still be a block away from me. I keep thinking I should just leave and go find her and buy her lunch. I'd die if I knew her real name. God when I saw her face I felt like hugging her to tell her it would be alright. Her eyes are sunken in a bit and this time I got close enough to see she has very thin eyebrows. Her jeans, rolled to the top of her boots, were dirty and muddy. The same outfit. Everyday the same outfit. I am just in awe right now, sorry. I wish I could draw her. I wish I had a fucking camera to take a picture of her. Dammit. . ok I am going nuts here. Time to get to work and forget about her.