Draw me close

you hear my words.

The fear is real,

leaving the notion

of conversation

a remote tragedy.

I would watch everyone walk by

until alone I could survey the remainder.

That is when the peace arrives,

when the whispers have faded

into the concrete walls of an early

morning encounter, testing my will

to keep going forward, and instead,

decidedly,

painfully,

agonizingly,

walking toward that mass of humanity.

Each shoulder touch,

backpack glance,

every eye that looks my way,

contains whispers, the seeds of fear

drawing me further inside my fantasy.

~

There is a world exists,

magical in its ability to allow

everyone inside,

just sad though to realize

we cannot all be there together.

Instead we cry,

we deliver our wares

to the masses

in the hope of little notice,

to dissuade the knowing

revelations of social cancer.

~

Whisper please …