Is it okay that I scan the room
like love might wear your face tonight?
To hope you're tucked in shadows deep,
or laughing under the neon light?

Why do you live inside my mind
when I'm surrounded, not alone?
the voices blur, but are never yours
because I carry it like it's my own.

I touch the sleeve of someone close,
pretend it's you, then look away.
A ghost I stitched from memory
still walks beside me every day.

Maybe I dream too loud, too much,
but I still check each passing sound,
just incase some small part of you
is hiding somewhere in the crowd.

-Somewhere in the crowd