Hipstercrite Life

To the Woman at the Diner, I Saw You


I saw you walk into the diner with your husband.

Your back tired from years of living; your face pointed to the ground.

I saw you walk into the diner and I thought to myself I don’t want to get old.

I don’t want to sit across from my love and sit in silence because I cannot hear, I cannot see.

I saw the cataracts floating in your quiet eyes.

I saw your knuckles rising like mountains through the terrain of your hands.

I saw the permanent scowl you never asked for.

I daydreamed about your life, your marriage, about the emptiness you might feel right now.

I watched you from over my love’s shoulder, sitting in silence, staring at the table, lost in your own thoughts.

I also watched as you picked up your straw and blew the wrapper into your husband’s face.

And I watched as you clapped your hands and laughed until tears formed in your no longer quiet eyes.

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  • Reply Ed Leighton January 15, 2017 at 3:28 pm

    I hope for her sake that wasn’t the last straw.

  • Reply Carla January 15, 2017 at 4:18 pm

    Lauren, I love this writing. Coming from a woman who is old but still loves to play. Thanks.

  • Reply Kristal February 2, 2017 at 5:20 pm

    Oh my. By the way think of the alternative :0. Getting old is too bad then.

    • Reply Kristal February 2, 2017 at 5:21 pm

      Opps. Isnt too bad then. (By the way I get it…..)

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