Thank you Xia.
For the bathroom stalls don't cover up
light weeping
but I had opened the door to
"Are you alright?" in the softest, kindest voice.
Your concerns were honest.
"Yeah, I'm alright."
And she was fine with my red eyes and face.
Slipping a piece of paper
a number to call when
this happened again.
Thank you Xia.
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