He sits in the corner of the room,

beside a window,

eyes on the world outside...

Thinking his thoughts,

Dreaming his dreams.

His face shows deep emotion.

He is all alone,

oblivious to the people around him.

They care about him,

but he doesn't seem to notice.

Crazy notions in his head,

he doesn't know how special he is,

or how many love him.

He just continues his life

Forgetting so many people,

perhaps wanting to forget.

I take the seat across from him

and look into his eyes.

I see sadness, disappointment

and yet a touch of understanding.

Gently,

I reach out my hand.

Slowly,

Hesitatingly,

he takes it.

We sit there, not talking,

not looking at each other.

Then, I feel him squeeze my fingers,

Tightly.

I look up,

into his deep, bright eyes

and finally, he smiles.