Back seat of a car, happiness on my face, just coming from the city.
It's daytime; sunny and warm so I've got the window down.
My head partially sticks out as my hair flies all around and I can barely see.
As we pass the cemetery, I do see now because we are coming to a stop sign and the wind comes to a halt.
One woman sits by herself on a stone bench.
She is alone, but she is admiring the nice day, same as anyone else.
She stares at the sun before it gets too bright for her eyes and she looks back down again.
She is far away from me and I wish my vision was good enough to see her better.
She sits peacefully as she stares at the graves, maybe one in particular.
I wish I could see if she was crying or if she was holding it together.
As my car picks up speed, I watch her until my head can't turn to face her anymore.
I think about her for the next minute, wondering if she too thinks this is a beautiful day or if she despises this date in particular.
Different lives are occurring outside of our own that we are unaware of.
I'm unaware of what this woman is going through and she is unaware that she sparked this interest inside my head.
She is still unaware who I am and that she inspired this poem.
**Thank you ma'am. I hope you're doing okay.
This happened a while ago and it still makes me take into consideration that millions of things are happening outside of our own lives. Who's to say alternate universes don't exist when other people's lives are a whole universe on their own? I don't know; Don't quote me on that!