WILL I EVER UNDERSTAND
I meet a homeless person on the street.
He reaches his hands out to me.
I reach for him, but cannot touch him.
I look at him, but cannot see what he sees.
I understand him, but cannot comprehend.
I share his space, but am separate from him.
I dont talk to him, yet I talk about him.
I care, yet he seems careless.
Perhaps some day I will share his thoughts,
He my space.