I walked on that same street to look for him,
it was the next day, he was not to be found.
I wished I could remove the unspeakable pain
on his furious face etched with lines that mocked his Maker.
That sacred day he was conceived in his mother’s womb
cannot be erased. Our eyes had met. The question
still remained, as if to link our hearts that said,
“Is there still hope for me?” Before I tried to find the answer,
he pushed his shopping cart and walked further away.