In line at the coffee shop.

In line at the coffee shop.

Behind me,
A girl,
Blond,
Long straight hair,
A bit tangled;
White blouse,
Open far enough,
To see a pink bow,
On the band,
At the bottom of,
Her cleavage,
Blouse partly untucked,
From the waist of her,
Short skirt,
Black,
Twisted around,
So that the side zipper,
Was in front.

Beautiful.

But,
Sad.

Eyes red,
Mascara messy,
Lip stick smeared,
Tear lines down her cheeks.

Fumbling in her purse.

I nodded at the barista,
He charged her coffee to my card.

She looked at me,
Tried to smile,
Whispered,
Almost silently,
“Thank you”.

I nodded,
And walked away.