“I am innocent,”
He said in a shaky voice.
I could see his pain through his teary eyes,
His blue jeans and shoes that were always on the run.
He stood at the street corner helpless.
The sun waved goodbye and left us cold.
The darkness hovered then stars shone.
As a fugitive he was on the lookout.
Then finally I said, “I believe you.”
He smiled, hope rising in his heart.