Loose Feelings

Quite Setting on the stairs “Good boy” They thought, Faces full of glares No words, No moves, Empty jars Empty imaginary loaves How could one talk? How could one move? A patience of survival pain worn as gloves Jealousy, Envy, Feelings that can make grooves Hungry, hungry For an embrace A touch Or even a bruise, But I guess everyone was Pretending not to notice For in such times Feeling become loose