Death or love

I've just read a post that made me think how lucky I am. It inspired this poem:

Wading through

Water.

Dirt, glass, plastic.

Noises swirling

Crying, wailing

Overwhelmed.

You never knew life could be this bad.

A little girl

Sat in the gutter.

‘Take this,’ you say, and hand her the pack.

She looks up.

You’ve never seen her before.

But suddenly

It’s like you’ve seen into her soul.

She gobbles the food

But who knows? You might already be too late.

You scan her face

Looking for signs

A clue, if you like.

Your finger traces the tears on her face.

You hand her more food, and she stares.

You stop.

Is it death or love in her eyes?

I might turn it into a song one day, I think it's that kind of poem. What do you think? Was it death or love?
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From The Girl With The Notepad :)