I guess you could call this poetry...

Thanks

You know,

When the world is all grey voids,

And white noise,

And dark seeping in through your eyes,

And you just walk by,

Looking at the ground because there’s nowhere better to look.

Then you look up and,

A smiling face,

Waving at you.

At me?

Why are you waving,

It kind of worried me.

But then each time after, I was glad.

Just one warm glow.

Lasted only a few seconds.

And I had walked past before I could even,

Change my expression.

I don’t think you even realise,

It helped me a lot.

I’m really grateful.

Thank you…