The Strange Intimacy of Seeing a Stranger Cry
By Saywisely
1 min read
Apr 8, 2025
On a park bench, or on a train,
A sudden, private, public pain.
You look away, you feel their grief,
In one unguarded, brief relief.
You do not know their name, their tale,
Beyond this raw and human wail.
And in that moment, you are bound,
On this most fragile, common ground.
A sudden, private, public pain.
You look away, you feel their grief,
In one unguarded, brief relief.
You do not know their name, their tale,
Beyond this raw and human wail.
And in that moment, you are bound,
On this most fragile, common ground.