foolish on the porch

and he thought this would solve the puzzle

but remains confused because he is the
piece that will never fit right
and nothing is black and white, ink and
page, everything is so gray can’t find happiness
instead hopelessness fits him like a glove
 
red lines and no one reads the words on the lines
looks foolish sitting on the porch
night after night alone in thought
something is wrong and why won’t anyone
understand that he might need a hug
day after day told what he has failed to do
look at what is done
 
found alone and unnoticed
breath and words on red lines
won’t be seen
once it was known
what it took
now no one tries
no one seems to care