Who?

The day I saw your empty hands,

Along the side of the road,

My life changed drastically.

Most people drive by in their Mercedes,

But I stopped and opened the door.

I was young and felt I could help,

Isn’t that what people should do,

Help others when they can?

You seemed young as well,

And as I drove to my apartment,

I questioned you.

This could have been a terrible mistake,

The thought of inviting a stranger into your life,

And giving him a home terrifies most.

I just had this feeling,

That I should help you.

All you said, was you didn’t know your name,

And your parents had died,

Leaving you nothing and nobody.

Luckily for me,

You were a decent person.

I had never dreamed of sharing what I had,

But at that time I did share,

You became someone important.

Soon I began to look for a way to find your papers,

Somewhere there had to be something,

A birth certificate or some sort of record.

After a year I made a success,

And we were married three months later.

Time continues on,

Our children start school.

Then one day I awake,

And you are gone,

At first I though,

You must have gone to,

The bathroom.

After an hour I still don’t see you,

I ask the children they haven’t either.

This is when I begin to worry,

You never did get a job,

At least not a permanent one.

A day later I report you missing to the police,

Nothing comes back.

Years later no news.

My children have grown up,

They are out of college,

They have their own families.

I still miss you.

I climb in my old Mercedes,

Grey hair framing,

My always stressed face.

Driving down the same road,

I picked you up on,

My hands shake on the wheel.

Empty hands reach out.

I pull over and this time climb out,

I reach towards the cupped hands,

And see a familiar face.

I have found you.