Surrounded,

But still alone

That’s what I used to love

The people were milling around me

Chattering, and crowding the space

Whilst I just sat there in silence

I saw them, felt them, loved them

I was the observer

Not participant

It used to be fun,

But now, I feel the pain

Of missing someone

I need you, cause

I'm surrounded,

Feeling alone

sitting on the walls

bricks stacked haphazardly

leading to the sidewalk below

people walking running rushing

never looking up

they have somewhere to go

a purpose perhaps

they are not

composed of paper

with nothing inside

the glass on the windows in the distance

fragile little houses

it should all go away

but it stays