Tell Me A Story Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Tell Me a Story
The man who asked me for money so he could take the train home,
a sad figure when asked he, didn´t knows where home was anymore.
And he told me a story how he lost his wife.
She was knifed when coming home from a girls’ night out, just outside
their house, he heard her cry ran she was on the pavement bleeding
from a wound in her chest and the assailant had fled.
He had no phone everyone else had been running away, it was just
her and him in the dark street; he picked her up and ran barefoot to
the nearest hospital and passing cars would not stop.
She dies in his arms, knew she was dead when he saw her souls, as
plasma, leaving her body and she became slack and heavy in his arms,
forgive me I have left you down he had whispered.
I was deeply moved by his story and gave him money to travel to his
nowhere home. I didn´t believe his story, had read the novel, but
thought he told it beautifully and had earned his keep.