Pondering all alone
Sitting with cold grass
Between curled fingers
And unfinished coffee
Making lips quite sticky
My unplugged earphones
Afraid to make sounds
.
Myriad stands flickering
With flashes of neon colours
Selling dresses and candy
And music and rowdy revelry
But just tell me, Mr. Vendor
Please, where can I buy
Someone to walk with tonight?
.
The crowds passing by
Friends, family, familiarity
Cheering, laughing, enjoying
When there is none for me
Surrounded by old strangers
White noise for humming ears
White noise for sad eyes
White noise in my tired mind
.
From thinking about eternities
Until there is nothing but space
Lost and loved and lost again
An unsent greeting hovering
Anxiety creeping and crawling
As I patiently wait for a person
Who doesn’t even exist at all.