Our eyes met, he smiled

Yet his smile never

Really reached his eyes

He looked as if he's seeing

Something I've long forgotten

Maybe it's me whose blind

Maybe it's me whose eyes

Don't see a world that's

Ignored from reality; in

Him I saw, he longed for

Something that's normal

To me; maybe it's freedom

Or it could be a genuine

Smile; I dunno what but

I'm sure it will haunt me.

His posture is weak

He looked half broken

He might fall over but

That's not my concern

Or so I wanted to say

Yet I'm transfixed

He seemed sad

In him I saw a longing

For things I take granted

His pain hypnotic

That made me forget

About my happy days

For, in him I saw a longing

That said I'm lucky

To be genuinely happy

That I could see his pain

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