she was probably the saddest girl
I had ever seen,
young, beautiful,
petite but not small,
dark but not reserved, not
afraid.
it was so strange;
what was she doing
there? at an empty bar,
in an empty city,
on a tuesday night,
alone, chirpy.
she said she was 32
when she looked 25,
time had treated her well,
‘how?!’ we asked,
‘drinking and smoking a lot of **** she answered,
she kept on
such a brave face.
even as the drunks
and kids
and madmen bombarded her,
nothing could take away her buzz.
I just kept wondering,
how she got there,
how any of us got here.
she was truly beautiful,
alone
and beautiful,
but so sad.