poem for a swap-bot group

IF I DON'T LOOK
the eyes looked at me, i could feel them.

i walked away, feeling the heat of the sadness.

"if i don't look back, it is not real," i thought.

i felt the heat burn into me,
like a magnifying glass on an ant. ...

"please," the voice asked, "just some change would help."

as i reached in to my pocket,
i wouldn't turn around...

i am a member of SWAP-BOT, and i joined a poet's group. the theme was 'homeless.'