gentle is the day

 
hurt feelings  
 
tender is the day that saw you
I think of you as a dear friend
what do you see when you look at me?
 
I wonder as I gaze into your eyes
and see myself reflected back  
in shades of misunderstandings
 
perhaps I only show you the broken side of me
bone china feelings in shards
little pieces that alone are senseless
not revealing the whole
 
you don't see me
my truth is invisible
I turn inside myself  
sheltering from the cold
 
your truth too bitter today
for one gentle as me