Runaway

The cold night air stings.
I shiver.
I cannot fall asleep for this fear inside me knows.
A tear rolls down my cheek and I think to myself.
I could have chosen the other road.
But it was him.
His stern eyes and rough exterior that made me go.
Now hes gone.
I'm cold, dirty and hungry.
I want to go back to that place,
So warm and inviting but I am ashamed.
Ashamed of what they will think.
Ashamed of what they will say.
I can't handle it.
I need love.
I rock back and forth trying to hush my baby.
He left me with her.
Out here in the cold night I cry softly.
Did I have to take the easy way out?