Friendly Strangers

I could tell by his looks

He was not himself.

There was something he was not comfortable with.

I felt bad for him

More for the reason

That I could not do anything to help him.

He was feeling miserable

That I knew things about him.

Perhaps, I should not have.

Sometimes, it’s best to remain strangers.

Knowing pain, may ruin it all.

She had come up to me

To share her grievance

My fault was,

I had only asked, “what is wrong”?

She did tell me all.

And I listened.

Now, she is avoiding me;

I am not sure, if her issues are a problem, anymore.

Perhaps, I know she is in a problem, is the problem.

Sometimes, it’s best to be friendly.

Becoming a friend, may ruin it all.