Posted on Monday, March 3, 2014 in Uncategorized
She wept alone.
Her cries muffled.
Muffled, but not muted.
Restricted, but not restrained.
She Wept Alone
There between the snack crackers and the cookies, she wept.
I heard her.
She heard her.
And, she heard her too.
A guy looked back and walked on.
Another woman peered over her shoulder. She barely hesitated.
Countless people in the grocery aisles, on their phones, passed by – without a glance – as she wept. Maybe they couldn’t hear? Maybe they couldn’t stop? Maybe they couldn’t care!
She Wept, Alone
We didn’t know what to do.
A second woman heard her cries. She looked up, wondering where the crying woman was. I heard her cries. I paused looking for a cue from the second woman.
A third woman – an aisle over – began to approach.
She had heard her cries too.
She was the first to move toward the crying woman.
She moved with concern in her eyes.
Warily we approached.
A fourth person – a man – approached too.
“Where did he come from?”, I thought to myself later.
We approached silently, but not not noiselessly.
Despite her tears she noticed our approach.
Without looking up, she began: “It just hurts so bad…”
She Wept Alone, No Longer