That day,
when no one's there,
I stand at that street.
Engulfed by the morning breeze,
and wondering,
wondering,
'why am I here
when you're not even near? '
People passing me by,
or it's me passing them by?
Concern it's nothing.
Up there the cloudless sky's watching,
it does with no sound,
but I surely know.
It's just the same probably,
empty, lonely.
This street while quite windy,
so few people just here.
Now maybe just two.
Three if there were you.
Those two now leave,
holding hands and pecking cheeks.
I downgrade my face,
no one's hand is there,
no one's hand I hold in my palm,
a little cold, not warm.
That day,
when there's no one there,
I stand at that street
and know what loneliness means..
kite remedy
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