In a Bathroom Stall

In the corner of a restroom, I hear laughter and sighs,

voices echoing softly, like whispered goodbyes.

A conversation unfolds, raw and unguarded,

secrets slip through cracks, regrets that have started.

Graffiti on the stall, each word a confession,

as life pours from lips, a shared transgression.

I sit in the silence, heavy with weight,

a moment too big, a reflection of fate.