The Earth was too big

And too full of others

To spare the time to embrace him

And he understood

And he lived a best be could

Knowing she had important things to do

Like keep us all alive

After all

In the game scheme of things

His needs were as nothing

To the great world’s tasks

Touch was not as critical

As simply breathing

A simply being

And in the end

After oblivion

It would be a if

He had never had needs at all

He had never been at all

Such was the sense of insignificance

In the face of so many other people

And the priority of there lives…

He was like a shadow

complaining of the sun

Forgetting that he wouldn’t exist

Without it.