She was weeping when we met <br />Outside a party store <br />Where the lonely purchase their wine; <br />Her boyfriend had left her behind <br />All sad and lost after a fight, <br />Most likely, about inconsequential things. <br /> <br />I picked her up, half out of human kindness, <br />Half to be beside a female body <br />Despite how red and unhappy her face. <br />She was a beautiful girl in a simple way, <br />She wore a plain flowery dress <br />With some charming appeal I can’t explain. <br /> <br />She tried to express in broken sentences <br />Why she and her boyfriend were upset; <br />I mostly heard tears and my boyfriend this, <br />My boyfriend that, <br />I tried to act like it was as completely earth shattering <br />As she thought it was. <br /> <br />She gave me directions to where she lived, <br />I drove diligently toward that destination <br />Without any attempts to prolong the drive <br />While I planned out my own strategy of a pass. <br /> <br />When I finally arrived at her place, <br />Her face was still red but the tears had dried. <br />She said, “Thanks, mister, you’re a nice guy.” <br />She got a little closer to me and touched my hand. <br />I thought she might kiss me, I thought I might kiss her, <br />But she scooted on out and made for her house. <br />I wasn’t expecting any action that night, <br />I can’t claim disappointment. <br /> <br />But I wish I knew if I should pray <br />For her and her boyfriend to work things out.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-stranded-girl-on-a-friday-night/
