Thin pages turn and I can almost hear the tear,
but you never ruin a page...
is this how you care?
I wonder.
You see a lady shiver on a bus from the seeping cold air,
you stand to close it for her...
is this how you care?
I wonder.
You don't believe in god, but in grief, you always say a prayer,
"just in case," you tell me...
is this how you care?
I wonder.
Her curls tangle up in her scarf, so you lift up her hair,
before she drapes it on...
is this how you care?
I wonder.
She orders drinks for all, without a single care,
you go to the bar to help her carry them...
is this how you care?
I wonder.
Her friends bring up her parents, & you know she hates the affair,
so you change the topic quickly...
is this how you care?
I wonder.
When she walks off to get a taxi, in the cold night air,
you give her your coat that is warm...
is this how you care?
I wonder.
These things you do for her is love in small declares,
I watch them silently, as I stand by you...
how unrequited love cares.