You see her don't you?

A moment passes and I waits. I listens to the leaves rustling and I can hear the voices from my past calling out to me. I steps hesitantly forward and the sound of a stumble echos in my footsteps. I bite my lip gently...

You see her don't you? She walks by cautiously and slowly. She bites her lip gently making her nervousness evident. Something is bothering her and her face looks worn out. She has carried this burden for a long time. She sits down on the bench and sits there clutching a paper coffee cup inher hands.