I Walked . . .

You, walked into my life 
You looked burdened

I could not tell if it was your backpack 
Or your life 
That was too heavy

It was your step 
There was no bounce
Just one foot in front of the other

Maybe it was your drawn face 
Focused on the road directly before you
And the weight on your shoulders

It was as if it was all you could do 
Too afraid to look up
Look ahead
At the future

I felt for you

The light turned greenĀ 
And I walked out of your life