I have met you before. . .woman. I heard you talking on the phone as I walked into the woman’s public restroom. The tone of your voice and the emotion in your words. I have heard the pacing of your shoes before on the hard floor. You take deep breaths between every long conversation. I make eye contact with you for a brief second as I walk toward the restroom stall.
You say but you do not listen. You do not listen to the other’s response. You speak in contradiction. Why can’t you just listen to what you are saying; you really want better. Woman I have met you before. You know you deserve better, but you don’t demand better rather you accept less with every passing minute .
I can hear the anger and hurt in your voice. The anger mutes the sadness. You say, “why are you saying that to me?” Little lady, you should be asking why. You should demand–stop. You are the sole master of what you deserve. If you allow someone to behave in a hurtful way, the person will continue the harmful behavior unless you demand change–walk away. You should let go. Let go little lady. Embrace freedom.
I have met you before woman. You are afraid. You are afraid to be alone. The fear of freedom. Little lady, I pass by you as you look in the mirror while you are on the phone. I proceed to wash my hands, and I hang my head. I want to tell you, “You could be happy and no one needs to know.” But I refrain. You take a deep breath, “But I love you?” The tears begin to fall. As I allow my wet hands to hang over the basin
As you look in the mirror, do you see the woman you have become. . . the woman you want to be. You wipe your tears and remain silent. I dry my hands and make for the door. I turn toward you and you are motionless in front of the mirror. Goodbye, the woman I have met before. I hope to never see you again.




