observers indifference

i'm standing by the rain
but never in it.
this is what it means to watch
as a outsider.

the wet, cold feeling and caring,
never touch you.
you stand by as everyone else
jumps in puddles time and time again,
knowing they don't realize how silly
and corrosive it is.

always the same,
first dip in a toe and jump out
of the way.
next they always jump straight in,
ignoring the danger.

they seem to forget everything,
including that.
the puddles in this world
only form on train tracks.
and those tracks are always busy.

just because you do not feel
the pain.
does not mean it isn't there
and just because you feel
a heartbeat.
doesn't mean there is one.