Sometimes I wish, when I gaze out my window.
I wish for a world where people would love each other,
care for one another,
and see beauty instead of pain.
Through my window pane I see many faces,
some in contemplation.
I see wounded hearts
dressed in stripes and plaid,
skirts and trousers.
Walking and searching for the salve to
Sometimes they find another wounded heart and walk together
healing for awhile.
Others walk solo,
hungry in a way that is hard to feed.
And not everyone does.
But some remember
They had the answer all along.
And then they smile.