Those Numbers Had Names

He's kneeling in the middle of the sidewalk
Head down, arms hanging at his sides
Passersby ignore him without even a glance.

I cross the street and kneel down in front of him
"help me" he whispers softly without looking up
"It's too late" I quietly tell him.

I slowly lean forward and gently hug him.
He lifts his head and looks me in the eyes
"I'm sorry" he says as he lifts his arms and hugs me back.

I kiss him on his forehead
"I understand, it's OK" I reply
as we slowly fall into the sky.

"Who were we?" he asks
"I don't know...a statistic" I answer
as we leave the world behind.