I heard you blowing your nose two stalls over.
I can see the redness of your eyes in the mirror,
as we laugh about automatic sensor sinks.
I know you were crying,
but I don’t know why.
And I know you don’t want me to ask
because you’re at work,
and you can’t keep crying.
I know because I’ve been there before.
So I will let you keep it together.
I will let you pretend there is nothing wrong.
I will laugh about the sinks and make small talk.
Because I know.