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.