I saw this man alone in the brisk cold;
He wore an eskimo hat to keep warm.
A passing girl praised the hat, and behold-
The man offered it to her, against norm.
The rest of the evening, this made me think,
That perhaps the man and I are equal.
He volunteered his heat without a blink,
As I do with my heart for retrieval.
Yet, unlike the man, it is only you,
Whose dear voice I want to whisper, “of course.”
The grief is rife and I wish that I knew,
How to find a future with no remorse.
But, like the man, we are both rejected,
For no chance was birthed to be accepted.