watching the walk

we think
we're being watched
by friends and family

supporting us 
all the way

but we forget
we're being watched
by strangers and someones

walking beside
falling behind

people who want
to say something good

but don't know how

people who sense
the pain in your eyes

and all they can do
is open a door

pick up
your fallen newspaper

smile
for a little moment

and chase
the shadows away

with their little kindnesses
they bring the sun
closer

for just a moment more

before the cold comes back again

poem inspired by: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-6   (challenging sometimes...but fun!)