Your Caring

I figured it would pass.
It always does....
This emptiness of being and a longing for...
I am sorry???
What was I looking for???
Safety,
well not that at all.
Nothing about my existence has been that.
The comforts of home?
Oh, hell no!!
Been there, done that....
The picture perfect vision of
what I want lays dead outside
the norm...
So I pick up the beautiful leavings
of those who trampled though...
Seeing your caring as more
then reality.
You might not know.
Most like not..
And then there it is, as always.
A shining heart and kindness given...
And the anger fades to
tears that hurt..,