...

She cries because I

am not holding her,

but she then realizes

that they are watching us.

.

She knows that If they

saw her in my arms,

They would take us for sure.

...

I try to give her

a look of sympathy,

but she begs for

Empathy instead.

.

She glances at me giving

me a face I probably

would always dread.

...

There is an awkward silence.

But the silence was not strong.

She is speaking to me.

"Please do."

I do not know

what she means.

"Do what?"

She smiles.

"Sing me that song."

...