kindness from strangersMature

I cried, once, when a girl at the grocery
smiled at me, her eyes full of unbridled kindness,
the kind you could only get from strangers
who’d never had to offer you their sympathies
or pick you up, drunk, wailing on the sidewalk at 3AM 
because the only person who’d ever meant anything to you 
had just left you, exposed and raw and staggering,
in a bar in a town you hated and had always hated
but suffered through because of him.

The End

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