someone stood upon my doorstep br weeping in the torrential rain br shuddering as winds bit br into its blue bulging veins br skin alabaster cobwebbed with vessels br eyes ochre laden with sadness br it looked upon my unlined face br and said.....nothing br just nothing yet stared... br i said 'have we met' br it said 'not yet' br i said'can i help' br it said'maybe yourself' br i felt suddenly cold br as recognition dawned br and it turned to leave br i didnt dare call.... br i didnt dare call br even though i knew the name br even though i realised with shame br my weeping br sad tommorrow br as it left footprints br upon my threshhold..... br br inspired by a very good friends piece upon the social grey thats creeping into our very homes...