Can we see it
reflected
in your desperate eyes?
The cold grey fear of returning
to a house holding no-one,
searching across a chasm
for a touch, a smile. Kindness
You are the isolate,
watching with envy
those, whose friends
wrap them in safety
with sparking smiles,
we are ignorant of your unsought solitude.
Unaware of your sadness,
of your loneliness, of your tears.
We are content in our envelope of warmth.
Some of us turn away, embarrassed
by your otherness and choose
not to see.
So small a cost to reassure
with a gesture of care,
that you have a meaning, a value
that YOU too belong.