Poem of a Girl

I can see the sadness in her eyes

and in the way she walks

I know her more than what you see

Her soul, I have touched. 

When she goes out

and laughs and mingles

People see what they want to see

They can't see past their own wants

Her soul, I have touched. 

That day, last August

when she looked out to the water

Told me her fears. dreams. hopes.

Told me her story.

Her soul, I did touch

and she touched mine.