Eating lunch at the 61 diner I saw a girl crying one day She didn't care if her tears defined her, she knew our memories would fade I glanced at her feeling her sorrow as she quietly looked at her folded hands she prayed for a better tomorrow as she twisted her wedding band I was once in her position sitting all alone deep in thought hoped she made a better decision than I did when I was in her spot I saw the bruises around her jawline the yellowing marks on her face It took me back to my own time when I had been in that exact place I didn't want her to think I was judging anything about what I had seen She didn't need me running over there hugging and saying ,''he must be so mean'' I walked over to her small booth and placed my hand on hers told her to deal with the truth and action speak louder than words She looked up with eyes filled with tears I told her I'd been there before She said it had been going on for years and she couldn't take it anymore I asked if she had someone to talk to she replied that she does now I wondered what it was that I could do but had to help her somehow That happened almost a year ago We meet there every other week there's some things that I don't know there's some secrets she still keeps I am just there if she needs me for advice or a cup of coffee I listen to all her stories a girl ,who was a lot like me
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 3:49 PM UTC
Eating lunch at the 61 diner I saw a girl crying one day She didn't care if her tears defined her, she knew our memories would fade I glanced at her feeling her sorrow as she quietly looked at her folded hands she prayed for a better tomorrow as she twisted her wedding band I was once in her position sitting all alone deep in thought hoped she made a better decision than I did when I was in her spot I saw the bruises around her jawline the yellowing marks on her face It took me back to my own time when I had been in that exact place I didn't want her to think I was judging anything about what I had seen She didn't need me running over there hugging and saying ,''he must be so mean'' I walked over to her small booth and placed my hand on hers told her to deal with the truth and action speak louder than words She looked up with eyes filled with tears I told her I'd been there before She said it had been going on for years and she couldn't take it anymore I asked if she had someone to talk to she replied that she does now I wondered what it was that I could do but had to help her somehow That happened almost a year ago We meet there every other week there's some things that I don't know there's some secrets she still keeps I am just there if she needs me for advice or a cup of coffee I listen to all her stories a girl ,who was a lot like me