You who are alone
I see thee. On the street,
along the path – sitting on the train.
There! Amid the jostling crowd – a solitary table,
Lingering over your sandwich to exchange 12 syllables
With the distracted waiter – 12 syllables! (I counted)
Empty rooms greet you – echoes of life past
And “home” is just the place you sleep.
(Only in our dreams, are we happy again.)
With shrunken age, came empty days
For those we loved are gone, gone.
You who are alone,
I see thee.