Bright button people
Around my muffled pocket of headspace they spin
Weaving and chasing their lives
Near enough to touch, and yet so far away.
Watch them. Feel them.
Take them into your inner mind's eye.
Make from them what you can.
How must it be to feel worth
Needed rather than in need?
How must it be to be wanted
Needed for your needs?
What are the words?
How are they said without being said?
Heard without sound?
When will I know?
As saving grace veneer drops harshly away to display
Driving deeper into alone
Until nothing is left.
And just when hope should finally be damned,
Why does traitorous need then raucously scream
A constant cutting razor sickness pain?
So small the cure, and yet so huge;
The command that simply says, "I care".
The look that says, "You are not alone".
The, "I have your back and will keep you safe".
So little and yet so much
Can warm the heart and heal the soul.
So little for others........
Everything to me