He’s gone.
He came in the night.
She let him in – he needed a place to stay.
Then, he departed to his old haunts. To take care of business. To find himself.
Not many days later, he was back. With his same habits, and hauntings.
She took him in again. He didn’t fit. He needed to go.
In the morning, at 1:10 am, he boarded the bus.
To another city, another province. And maybe eternity.
His life span will be short at the present rate.
He’s heard truth. He’s seen truth. But will he grip The Truth?
This sounds like someone near and dear to her. A story of loving and hoping and having to let him go. I can identify with that pain. But I will keep on hoping,loving and praying for them till the end. I hope she can too. And keep on praying. It is never futile.