I walk through the park alone,
but soon am stopped by the sound of crying,
when I turn I see a young face,
salty tears cloud up her beauty.
It feels strange to interrupt,
but I feel as if I need too.
“Miss?” I speak,
she wipes her eyes, “yes?”
her voice is shaky,
something must’ve happened.
“May I sit?” I ask,
she nods, and I sit beside her.
we both stare at the sunset,
the exotic explosion of c...