A Stranded Girl On A Sunday Night

She was weeping when we met
Outside a party store
Where the lonely purchase their wine;
Her boyfriend had left her behind
All sad and lost after a fight,
Most likely, about inconsequential things.

I picked her up, half out of human kindness,
Half to be beside a female body
Despite how red and unhappy her face.
She was a beautiful girl in a simple way,
She wore a plain flowery dress
With some charming appeal I can't explain.

She tried to express in broken sentences
Why she and her boyfriend were upset;
I mostly heard tears and my boyfriend this,
My boyfriend that,
I tried to act like it was as completely earth shattering
As she thought it was.

She gave me directions to where she lived,
We drove diligently toward that destination
Without any attempts to prolong anything
While I planned out my own strategy of a pass.

When we finally arrived at her place,
Her face was still red but the tears had dried.
She said, "Thanks, mister, you're a nice guy."
She got a little closer to me and touched my hand.

I thought she might kiss me, I thought I might kiss her,
But she scooted on out and made for her house.
I wasn't expecting any action that night,
I can't claim disappointment.

But I wish I knew if I should pray
For her and her boyfriend to work things out! .

by Tijani Yusuph

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I thought she might kiss me, I thought I might kiss her, But she scooted on out and made for her house. very interesting lines of expectation... thank you dear poet for this poem.. tony