I Am Alone
In the crowd I am lonely,
empty faces pass on the street.
I yearn to smell the perfume of want
and the heady taste of fulfillment.
In the bus I am the only passenger,
I ride to the end of the line and back,
Looking for a heart and a home..
and recognition… see my face.
The grass is wet beneath my feet…
I walk from here to there and find a way back.
Looking for a light to show the way
to a door that opens with my approach.
The streets are full but always empty.
Only the wind hears my petition.
Perhaps fate was written on pages
from a book written in the sand.
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Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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