How alone am I
in a dark dingy room
where shadows loom
with euphoria abound
but no thoughts profound,
counting the lonely stars,
fading horn of distant cars,
when the music stops
and the curtain drops
just before my sigh
how alone am I?
How alone are you
in between your coffee sips,
watching the moving lips,
missing the spoken words,
walking with alien herds
amidst the traffic lights,
waiting for broken kites
with a different point of view
how alone are you?
How alone are we –
reading the quiet signs
in between the times
when all stops moving –
then will we see
that I’m not you
and you’re not me
so let our differences be
to know
how alone are we.
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