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Purple bag
I heard her call my name.
I turned with my hands on my hips
and saw her running towards me.
I thought, What the hell does she want now?
She was breathing hard.
Her hair fell in her face.
She asked, Where are you going?
Are you leaving? Forever?
Go home, little girl,
I said, annoyed.
I've got better things to do
than talk to you.
She held out a purple bag.
Take it, she said.
It's all I have. Please.
You might need it.
No, I told her, I'll be fine.
Keep your toys and candy.
I don't need any help.
I can make it alone.
She dropped her arm.
She looked at the ground.
I'll miss you,
she said quietly.
I sighed and rolled my eyes,
thinking, Can we get on with it?
There is so much to do.
I don't have time for this.
She turned and started walking.
Then she looked back.
She called to me,
I hope you find what you're looking for.
Thanks, I said.
I didn't really mean it.
I didn't care.
I was a thousand miles away.
She walked home,
dragging her purple bag.
Her head was lowered.
She did not look back again.
I gazed at the sky,
blue and endless above me.
I'm coming, I whispered.
My eyes were on fire.