We are all a little lonely.

To
the man driving to an empty house after work,

the homeless guy wondering life & survival,

the lover plucking petals to feed his infatuation,

the last petal feeling alone before it's plucked,

the lonesome bird sitting on a branch without a mate,

the happy dog who was just left off at an unknown place,

I want you to know..
The breeze touching your skin,
Has touched me too
I feel you my friend,
Now this is my pain too.
I hope I could find you,
Share your loneliness with mine,
Maybe we'll meet,
30 years later, below the ground.