She was on the phone
in the next cubicle
softly crying, quietly pleading
in a language I could not understand
I could feel the pain and suffering
as her sad words drifted over
the walls like clouds of pain
to blot the sun from my day
She had no idea I was sharing
her private moment and that
I had convinced myself someone
was telling her their final good-bye
It was a reminder
that heartbreak is
universally recognizable
in any language
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press September 2015
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