Waiting

Have you ever been in a crowded room
And felt as if someone was missing?
Engaged in conversation, feeling it is superficial,
As your mind is carrying on its own conversation.
Hoping, waiting for someone to come.

Fast forward in time, ten years.
You are on a city bus, commuting to work.
You hear the chatter around you yet,
Your mind is carrying on its own conversation.
Hoping, waiting for someone to come.


Another ten years go by.
You are sitting at home watching T.V. and
Your mind is again, having its own conversation
As you hope, wait for someone to come.