they
Missing no one in particular;
That’s what makes this space feel more desolate
Yearning for a stranger in a sea full of bodies
That is when I am most alone
Looking for a face that I have never seen
Searching for a soul that I have never known
Wanting some nameless being to make me feel human
Panic settles; and so does the dust
I am old with waiting for this comforting foreigner
For all that I know; they may never come
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