Alone in the Crowd

I stand in the midst

Off all the crowd

Seeing nothing

Yet seeing everything

Hearing nothing

Yet hearing everything

That one face

That one voice

That one presence

Waiting, longing, aching

For a glimpse

A smile

A word

But he passes me by

Strangling my cry

Leaving me alone

With nothing to call my own

In the midst

Of all the crowd.