I see two body shapes on the floor I think they are plastic dummies but then maybe children playing a game. As I cross the street I can hear the sound of pain and worry as the age of the faces become clear these people have life experience beyond mine and those around.. offering to help despite no wanting the blood is clear that distress although not life threatening to me is a worry and concern. We work to stem to bright crimson dripping from the open wounds and provide comfort as best we can on this cold Thursday afternoon.. I never get two names let alone one of this coupling union of splendour but we try to be the comfort lt as best we can. I will never know their names or their destination or their life events before time event but I leave them in care of those are best qualified to biologically care better than I can.
I walk away at this point hoping that I may have given some comfort for the period that may have otherwise been distressing had been alone in the wilderness.
It is cold, but bright I embrace my youthful soul by the hand whose crimson shared by mine is held firmly within and walk away looking back gladly hoping the older souls are back on their way as peacefully as god wishes it so.