He stands quietly,
while all around him
the hustle and bustle of life goes on.
He is lost in thought,
lost in time,
lost in the busy-ness that surrounds him,
like a child separated from his mother
on a crowded street.
In his hands he strokes a glove,
as if her hand still fills it.
A smile flits across his features~
a brief ray of sunshine poking through
the thick gray clouds.
He glances up
as they approach~
and quickly looks back down
as tears fall onto the brown leather in his hands.