A message for the leering man

Hey, Man in the Cub Foods parking lot:
I had a difficult afternoon.
I saw you, after I got out of my parked car.
Looking at my phone, I saw you
double-take
and hesitate
before entering your truck.
I saw
your smile,
the smile I was meant to see
as you eyed me
with That Look.
That Leer.
Looking at my phone,
not returning your gaze
my tear-streaked cheeks
hidden behind my sunglasses.
I've learned in the past ten years
what That Look is
and
I can see
that while you want me
to see you
you don't want me to feel good
or whole
or valuable.
What would your face have looked like
if I removed my sunglasses
stared back at you
showed you my pain
and my fears?
Showed you my vulnerability
differently
not as a woman
but as
a human?
How would you look at me then?