UNSPELT

I spell “I am alone” and you make a silent acknowledgement as if you knew I was.

Perhaps you sensed it that first moment of kindness.

Perhaps you saw the unspelt grief behind a well tailored ready made smile of a nod.

Perhaps you saw the loneliness behind all the outward smiles, nods and meaningless words.

And perhaps that seeing through won  my respect and regard for you in a deep way.

And perhaps it was an insight and understanding only  a dead man could in the past.

Perhaps I just mixed him up with you in a struggle for a hold over life.

So I will never know why you chose to hurt what you knew was almost done within.

I just know I should not disturb you anymore with my world.