To a stranger

You've been on my mind since last night when I saw you walking the streets of New York trying to piece your life back together, or at least scoop up the bits that fell from the cracks. And when I saw you after your retreat, sitting on that stoop trying to focus all energy on your baby, the position you were in looked like it was too familiar to you for me to just pass you by. You looked like you had been there before, and you looked like you were prepared for a good long sit on that stoop. So I offered you my sweater but you said you didn't need it. Actually, you just kept saying "I'll be fine." Of course you will be. But I'm just hoping you didn't wish you had taken my sweater at any point in between when I left you and when you re-entered your place. And I really did mean it when I said good luck, and I hope you have a good night, as good as it can be at least.

Anyways, I love you and stuff,
Sunshine