Years ago, I was the one sitting there on the bench, waiting to be seen.
No one looked at me, no one cared.
It was like I wasn’t even there.
The outcast, rejected, excluded, forgotten.
Overlooked. The outlier. That was me.
And now I see him sitting on that bench, just like I did.
I know how he feels
Like an outsider looking in.
The ache of hearing the laughter and seeing the happiness.
The pain of no one caring.
I walk over to him, my friends calling to me.
What am I doing? What was I doing?
I sit beside him, saying nothing.
I want to tell him he is seen.
That I notice and that I care, but I don’t know how.
The bell rings, I get up, and I turn and smile.
He looks up at me, a question in his eyes.
“See you tomorrow,” I say as I walk away.
See you tomorrow?
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll know what to say.
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Author:
WinterBunny (
Offline) - Published: December 11th, 2025 13:43
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A poem of empathy and a gesture of kindness. A lovely poem
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