I Want to Stop Crying in Public
Frankie rings up my latte at half price,
calls it a “sad person’s discount”
A box of tissues at my desk because
I can’t make it through a Thursday
Once, crossing the street,
a woman in a car stopped at the red light
mouthed:
are you okay
Once, in my car outside the doctor’s office,
a woman passing by put her palms together
and mouthed:
I’ll pray for you
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You are raw and perfect.
The title of this poem drew me in, and the examples you chose say so much in so few words. Well done!
This really touched me. Especially the strangers praying — very real and moving.
Loved this poem.
early days of widowhood–I’ve lived this