the people go by.
Wondering what their problems are
and where they are headed
I begin I look out my window into the streets
watching to open my window,
but I feel a hand on my shoulder.
I turn and see a face,
a face of loneliness and sorrow,
a face with a warm but cold heart.
I get closer to the face to kiss it
but it just moves back.
It has shut me out.
Then I turn on the light,
I see in the face is me.
The face is me.