You walked on by.

A brief hello

And you were walking still.

In response to a few questions

Blunt answers. Not even bothering

To throw them over your shoulder.

Something is deeply bothering you.

That's not an insight.

It was obvious.

Your gait was slow and heavy.

You didn't stop and talk forever

Laughing and joking as always.

You didn't want help.

No hug to ease your pain,

Nor words to soothe your soul.

No time to let it dwindle.

I noticed. It's not enough,

But I wish it were.