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There’s a woman
crying on the street
leaning against a wall,
smoking a cigarette
wiping her eyes.
It always makes me sad,
I hope it’s nothing serious.
I wonder why she’s crying.
Maybe it’s the man standing next
to her. What a bastard.
Maybe he’s a friend.
Perhaps he’s just a stranger
like me
who says hi how are you
like I want to do
but what can I do
really
so I keep on walking.
This always happens to me when I see someone crying. Like getting pushed hard in the stomach – a sudden feeling of shock and sadness to witness someone else in 'that' place. But then – I wonder would I want someone I didn't know to come up to me? Maybe I wouldn't… or maybe I would. Don't know.