The Crowded Loneliness
I stroll along the crowded streets
Hoping to receive a smile, and smile back
Yes, they smile at me, often greet me
Only to turn back the moment I pass
I move amidst the fog of people
Recognize many a known face
Few are friends, many feign friendship
And the rest are strangers, as strange as can be.
I search for something to call my own
Or rather someone who can be mine
All I gather are the crowded pieces of loneliness
That have made me their very own.