What is said?   I tell a story of the last exchange.   A smile for everyone regardless of the pain.   What I heard could change the world.   I could have saved that little girl.      Help another lend a hand,   I understand that justice is better.   Only now I realized, I overlooked the signs that were slowly   Creeping into my memory.      He looks over the counter with a smile,   And says, “she was crying.”   The facts they don’t add up.      Paranoid, my imagination’s painting stories for myself.