How easy it is to just disappear into a crowd,
you just walk right in and become another one.
No one really notices you, you are one of many.
How many times haven’t I done just that,
taken a small step and become one of many,
all while really becoming no one at all.
It’s a special thing that makes me keep doing it,
a search urging me to do it again and again,
to find those who really don’t belong in there.
Those that fail to blend into the great crowd,
those who becomes lighthouses in the sea of people,
shining like jewels, beautifying the rest of us.
Standing at a distant subway station,
holding a paper cup of coffee in my hand.
I slowly sip from the cup while waiting,
watching people at they pass me by.
First the little girl giggling with joy,
her proud mother pulling her along.
I can’t do anything than smile wide.
Then a old man slowly staggers by,
I put away my cup and open the doors.
I get an approving nod and smile.
After him comes a group of teenagers,
discussing the only and special One.
Making me wonder who my One was.
After them comes the businessmen,
yearning for their home and children.
Happiness radiates from their tired faces.
Then I notice the beggar beside me,
making me feel guilty and misplaced.
I shake my head smiling at his requests.
But then She comes, my other half.
More beautiful than I remembered her,
She just walks past me without a glance.
I sigh and throw my empty paper cup,
take a step outside the station an breathe.
Dreaming of her while I walk back home.