There she sat a picture of beauty
A tiny tear spilling from an eye
Composed but then not quite so
She seemed all alone to the passerby
I had an urge to ask if she wanted help
But I was conflicted by a mixed emotion
I wanted so much to console her fears
And to tell her of my attraction
So I sat with others like me
Each trying to decide what to do
We each pretended to be busy otherwise
From reading a paper to tying a shoe
Needless to say time passed too soon
Before long she left to board a plane
None of us will know her story
Nothing ventured nothing gained
