When I think of your kindness
I think of hardness, strength.

You aren’t warm and fuzzy.
You’re resolute, inflexible.

Paying attention to every detail,
You already consider and decide
On choices, and so often, for the good of others.

But so singularly –
So independently…
So closed off.

I wonder at your heart.

I don’t doubt it –
But I –

I wonder about it.

So reserved; so alone.
And, you’re so kind…I don’t want you to be alone.