I think of you,
While in the streets.
Where the cold air blew,
Where sun and moon meets.

I think of you,
While in the jeep.
When people are few,
When I fall asleep.

I think of you,
While on the stairs.
Where we talked onto,
Where we gave cares.

I think of you,
While in the corridors,
When the sky is blue,
When all are happy colors.

I think of you,
Are you happy?
Do you think of me too?
Is this we are to be?

Thinking about you,
Ruins me.
Thinking about you,
Kills me.

I'm the one who walks alone
One street to the other
Then loudly I would groan
"Can anything be sadder?"

I walked...
Faced down.
I talked...
With no sound.

I am alone.
Then I was bumped,
Then I was lone,
Then I sobbed.

I cried my pain
Longing for consort
Cutting a vein
With tear back and forth.

But I met a stranger
This man at my back
He touched my shoulder,
Then all went black.

He talked to me,
With assuring words,
"You we're with me,"
Then I cried my wounds.

He was there...

When I walked...

When I talked...

I am not alone.

*I am a loner.