You told her to leave,
so she left.
You followed her down
the uniform steps, even
though she told you not to follow.
You’re just a kid, how could you
The October drizzle left her
umbrellaless and cold, no option but to
seek refuge in the library,
her thin shirt a second skin as
the steady drops mix
with her involuntary tears,
erasing the trauma of the break.
She beelined for the bathroom,
avoiding eyes that cast
a plethora of unwanted judgment
on her soaking state. Her strength
silently cursed her college-
a place that boasted sustainability
but whose bathrooms had no hand-dryers,
only paper towels.