In tear filled eyes I see
a hesitant silhouette of a man.
He must see blue, I think.
While I, myself, see doubt's colour red.
For I want to help,
but I develop a red inner glow,
from contained
frustration,
because the how-to is what I'm searching for.
And I walk home with thoughtful steps,
the considered words and the silence dragging on
behind me.
And I thank the blue skies and the white clouds,
for the fact that I don't
suffer from heartache.