To the woman crying in public

I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real

Last night was dreary and dark. Depressing. When I drove to meet my friend for drinks it was raining, pitch black as midnight, although it was only 4:45 in the afternoon. Cars streamed from work to home, as much as they ever stream from anywhere to anywhere around here, and I wondered how I hadn’t noticed that it was quote-unquote rush hour. I questione…