Reaching out to others is a burden I can’t half,
Though it’s laudable, it’s laughable,
As if my concern lasts
Way beyond the slightest
Of your needs,
As if I fit,
Laughable,
Truly,
Beyond, in fact,
Really,
Think of it.
That one such one
As me or you,
Such a tiny voice in all,
Should make the slightest difference.
Insignificant withal.
Yet the someone,
Maybe not me,
In fact, the chance is slim,
But someone,
Someone close or far,
Some she
Or maybe him,
Bequeaths the words,
That gust of air,
That treasured little drop,
That tiny, teensy something
That urges, do not stop.
Be the voice,
The shouting one,
The silent, but for tone,
The something
Just for someone
That may bring that someone home.