Up before dawn

And needing a cup

Writing to do

And thoughts to collect

I saw her alone

In corner so quiet

Nursing her beverage

And bruised self-respect.

No never eye contact

Though smiles I had tried

Her life at a stand-still

And doubtless she’d cried.

Was it a quarrel?

Apartment now lost?

Some friend turned deceiver?

Some burning bridge crossed?

Some bondage to substance?

That robbed strength and will?

With no “next-step” coming

Fear-frozen and still.

She hummed to the music

As sun touched the glass.

I prayed to the Son

That her trouble would pass.

But was that enough

As I started my day?

Perhaps there were words

But she’d gone away.

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