Bystander
I remembered those times:
whether it was rain or shine,
the sounds of isolation and gatherings
of strangers walking by.
There has never been a day I do not wonder:
How I'd end up here in the first place?
How they came to be?
What all of it meant?
The interaction of people:
The laughters, the cries -
Have never struck me deep-
ly inside enough, I suppose.
Maybe I am a narcissist?
Maybe I don't really care?
I do feel a strange numbing -
And that I bear.
Copyright © Qui Bee | Year Posted 2010
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