Question

Why didn’t you say something as your eyes bathed him in malcontent drowning truth with your silence too disgusted to vent You walked right past him like a stranger in a crowd immune to his excuses lying in shroud Was his face worn by guilt or just weary for love reaching for compassion bruised by your shadow above Did he hurt you like so many had before demeaning you with his presence unworthy of yours Did he apologize that fateful day at your feet begging for your forgiveness because he’s homeless in the streets