Can you see it
in 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
wrapped in safety,
ignorant of your unsought solitude.
We are not aware of your sadness,
of your loneliness, of your tears.
We are content in our envelope of warmth.
Some always 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.