one of many

-
sometimes
I'm convinced
.
.
it's me!

but maybe...

that look is always in your eye?

and I'm just one of many

passing by.

the kind of sad
that makes
each step more tender,

every word
as gentle as

a
good morning

a
bless you

a
please.

the kind of sad
that makes you pray

even
if
you don't believe.

----

a gift from a dream---