How Little we Know

How little do we know
about the times we pass through
our friends mind.
The left pieces of our souls,
drift within each other.
Coming to the surface is a blessing
and gaining recognition is a miracle.
And we never know how much surface
we breach
because mum is the word.
How little do we know
how deeply we are loved
and cared for.
If only every thought was counted
and cloaked you
in the safety of knowledge.
The warm embrace of thoughts.