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 colours in the sky,

a sight for sore eyes.

“I was you, once.”

she looks at me, confused.

“crying on this bench, over a guy.”

I tell her, she stays silent.

“he cheated. didn’t he?”

she nods, biting her lower lip.

I take her hand and hold it gently,

giving her a friendly smile.

“you’ll get through it. i did, its your turn.”

she returns the smile.

“remember—i was you, once, too.”