They were always on the outside...

Yesterdays [no. 1]

They were always on the outside

not because there was no door

but because it was where they

long ago chose to live.
I couldn't bring my world
to them, however I tried.
I could only extend the
invitation of an open hand.

Please replace me
if you dare...
Reach out for them.
If you care.
Listen to the silent screams
of these sad-eyed ladies.

Share their finely-tuned sorrows
when they join their pallid thin hands
with yours and guide you on their
journey to despair.

-- Edward-Yemí­l Rosario ©