3/8/11

While walking down a busy city street,
A girl approached and passed me quickly by.
At no time did our glances ever meet,
Yet, I detected swollen, tearful eyes.

And as she left,  my wonder lingered on,
Why was this wretched woman grieving so?
Long after the event had come and gone,
I had not let her air of sadness go.

Was it some failure causing her unrest?
A dream run dry, a deep wish run aground?
Perhaps some lover's quarrel caused distress,
When some upsetting truth was finally found.

I know not what had caused her to despair,
Except perhaps the thought that no one cared.