You knew a woman once. She had animal in there, you could see it from a mile away. If you actually saw her. Most people didn't. Mercifully blind to that kind of person, most people barely noticed her on the street. Not because she was nondescript, but because they somehow knew they would be safer if they did not. Brave or naive were those who saw that blackness and approached uninvited anyway. A few times you actually saw her back away from people who got too close - compassion lightened her eyes and she gave them back the distance they were not wise enough to maintain. They left the encounters feeling odd and not knowing why.
You weren't really safe with her either. But you knew that. So she let you take your chances.
It was out of compassion when she left you. In pieces, yes, but also in peace.