Every person

Every person

Who walks this solitary path

Beside me 

Behind me

Or ahead of me

With someone 

Without someone 

Is beautiful 

Accidentally I stumbled 

On their chest of secrets

And whatever they saw in me 

They opened it

They let me hold it

And carefully I did

Close to my bosom

Warm and wild

Like an infant 

Their stories and secrets lie

In my two fragile hands 

I stared in its deep dusky eyes

And saw them fighting battles 

Similar to those of mine

Or perhaps different and brutal

And they all came with a smile

Similar to that of mine

But perhaps wider and natural

And then I handed it back

And they locked it 

And when I looked at them again

They never seemed the same