Saturday, September 23, 2006

Those days in the company of friends,
Sometimes a moment remembered,
The people absent.
The feeling of belonging,
A feeling explored many times,
Cloistered with a need of the human touch.
Who's alone now ?
Is it you ?
Who's alone now ?
Is it you surrounded by people you cannot talk to ?
Clamoring to be heard,
Clamoring to be at peace.
In a crowded place,
In a restaurant,
In a cafe,
I have spoken,
I have not been heard,
I have had your ears,
But you did not listen.
I'll never be with you.
I'll never be with you.

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