A Miserable Mirror

I see a man

Sitting alone

With his head in his hands

Clearly

Miserable

And I debate

Going over and talking to him

But

I don’t do the right thing

Instead

I observe him from a distance

And write about him

Because

Looking at him

Is like looking in a mirror

And it makes me

Uncomfortable

Then

I become curious

If I make people

who look at me

from a distance

Uncomfortable too

I wonder

If some sad sucker

Looks at me

And see's

Himself

I look up from my laptop

And try to find him

But

He’s gone

I hope he is alright…

-C.H.