I saw you today,
Crying in your car
Just for a second as you passed me at a busy intersection
And I knew you were crying
Even though you tried your best to hide it
I knew you were crying because the hand that shook as it brushed the hair back
I knew you were crying because the way your body slumped against the window as if the world was pushing you out
I knew you were crying because the slight crinkle of your forehead
As if your face just couldn't pretend one second longer
I knew you were crying because the dimples that I'm sure are stunning when you smile, were pulling your eyes down with them.
I know all of this because I was doing the same thing just this morning.
And I know you thought it was safe to cry because you were alone
Alone in your car, with just the radio to talk to
But lets face it, we aren't ever really alone.
And sometimes that not a good thing
When we fear the judgement of our suffering
And I don't know what the doctor told you
I don't know why he left you
I don't know how long ago your loved one died
I don't know why you got fired
I don't know why, how, or who made you want to be so alone.
But you're not. I'm here, this stranger on the street.