I sit on a park bench,
crying without knowing why.
People walk by, look the other way,
as if sadness might be contagious.
Then a voice, rough but warm:
Are you okay?
I blink away tears,
see his torn coat,
the forest in his beard,
and weathered eyes
heavy with burdens greater than mine.
Nothing to give but kindness,
and somehow, it was everything.
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