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.