I never thought to look for you,
In the heat of the moment.
It was all about survival, you see.
Getting by.
In all the press and clamour,
No one looked to you,
The quiet one.
Your thoughts shouted louder than our words,
As you sat in the corner.
But no one took heed to your call above the din
I wonder how we would have fared,
Differently if we had cared.
What insight gained,
If we had strained,
And studied between the lines
And the look behind your eyes.
Joe Morriss
26.6.2015
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