She was weeping-not on a beach or
Mountainside or some such inspirational
Place, but on the sidewalk, walking
During the day.� At least, that's where he
Found her; God knows where else she'd cried.
So unashamed, her public tears.� He
Wanted to be Kleenex in her hand, but
Settled for stopping, turning, catching
Up, and brushing her shoulder.� She jumped,
Not expecting human contact, taken aback.
"I know I don't know you."� How awkward.
"Want a Kleenex?"� Shrug.� Nod.� "You
In a hurry?"� Shrug.� Shake.� "Want to
Sit a few?"� Shrug.� OK.� "I won't
Leave you crying on the street.
"Why not?"
"Because someone else did."
--Barbara E. Mayes, 1998
