A Stranded Girl On A Friday 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, I drove diligently toward that destination Without any attempts to prolong the drive While I planned out my own strategy of a pass. When I 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.