the smedley log - suburban scrawl

grande mascara latte

dumped over coffee,
she’s way past caring whether
we can see her cry.

Oh, man, that gave me a chill. Wow. What a use of words: “Dumped over coffee.” I had to read that 3 times…serious chill.

Post-infancy, I only remember one time in my life when I didn’t care who saw me crying. As I tried not to look at the poor young woman about whom this was written, that’s one of the memories that flooded my head.

Of course, my memory wasn’t of a romantic breakup, but I’ve come to find that it’s useless to judge the value of someone else’s pain. Sometimes you see the pain in someone’s eyes and figuring out whose pain is more valid just seems irrelevant.

Oh, and thanks for the compliment

I just read this one aloud at work. This should be the opening piece in your poetry anthology…and you have written some great ones. Sarah just said “Yeah…that is really, really good!”