Circumstances Unconcerned
The world makes sense to me
If I notice you walking on a Sunday street
And smiling like flowers in your summery dress.
But the universe is too vast
If you've made your way to the marketplace
In the cold and dirty city and forgot to take your phone.
When I can't see your eyes
Or hear the cadence of your voice,
Then I feel trapped and alone
In a world uncaring amid circumstances unconcerned.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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