My heart pumps weakly Starved of love; It shivers bleakly And longs for a hug. For a touch of kindness From someone who cares; But around me is blindness Or nobody dares. People walk past me Each desperate day They glance without seeing And guiltily look away. “Why?” you may ask “Do people not see?” It’s too hard of a task To help someone in need. I make them uncomfortable With my filth and my sores. While they may be able, It’s too much of a chore. I huddle on the sidewalk With all that I own; Listening to people talk, And miserably alone. Malnourished I am, There is no doubt. But it’s more that just food It’s love I’m without.