“kindness, it comes from here.”
i pressed his chest,
the energy transferred
one to the other.
beyond mere frontal appearances,
actions define one’s truest face.
“but i don’t know how.”
he stated, as he brushed my hand aside.
“you don’t have to know, just do.”
my eyes looked into his.
he looked back and smiled.
kindness, it is as simple as a smile,
as grand as a million dollar donation,
as necessary as water and air.