He walks in among us,
oblivious to all;
seeking nothing, giving nothing.
He thinks about how he
looks, forgetful of others;
hoping to make a good impression; he does.
All around him, single men;
seeking nothing, giving nothing.
Sometimes he wonders. He is a wonder;
but not to himself, only to
others.
Helpless, he cries.
He knows about sincerity, he
knows about life;
he’s offering a gift, but no one wants it.
A future of change awaits
him – and he hopes
for a love to share it with.
He wants to give himself, and receive
nothing in return.
But no one will accept his gift.
Perhaps he’s selfish –
perhaps he’s insane;
seeking nothing; giving all he has.
Loneliness sinks deep within
his soul;
for he is truly alone.
All one,
but not whole without a
partner.
Quietly he waits, and hopes, and sleeps;
dark dreams of reality fate into consciousness.
Pleading, he awakes and
waits for a love that wants his gift.
With a tear drop
he allows himself to feel
and he knows that out there
Somewhere –
someone waits for him.
geoff 3/16/88