Finding Solace

She is the tears in my eyes

But the smile on my face.

A soft word

With a catch in my throat.

A slow walk home

With anger raging inside.

She’s a girl in a bar,

Dancing with her friends,

Her eyes blinking away her sadness,

Finding solace in a stranger asking,

“Are you okay?”

When she’s sitting alone.

She’s running mascara,

High heels in hand,

Sore feet and sore head

Waiting for someone;

Someone who never comes.

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