real things

 

She threw herself upon his lap

In the middle of a café

And wailed

 

This diatribe lasted  half hour

In which her friends surrounded her

And the lap man petted her head and tail

 

It was a silly thing

For people with real pain

Don’t pain public sing

 

I walked past scenario

Her people stood circle

They felt special, she tried harder

 

Much whimpers and oh mys

They carressed and cajoled

One grabbed napkins to dab eyes

 

But there were no tears

 

 

They all left

She whimpered still

Her lap scrolled phone

 

We all know

Real pain

Is alone