Walking
Brushing past multitudes of people
Catching wisps of conversations they speak
But don't say
Watching looks flit by
Expressions on the faceless
Wondering
If that man over there knew the pain
He had inflicted on his wife and son
Harsh
Wondering
If that girl that just brushed by was
Three months pregnant
And didn't know the father
Wondering
If that pale kid on the corner
Knew heroine was addictive
And his ache wouldn't be numbed quite yet
Wondering
If that little boy on the curb
Wished his mother was dead
And found her sprawled on the floor this morning
Wondering
If that man in front of the bank
Had no money or life
Just a gun in his hand
Wondering
If that child was fingering a razor in her pocket
Waiting for the chance
To watch red spill from her wrists
Wondering
If anyone had asked that old woman in the corner
Not to die
Wondering
If that old woman knew
No one cared