That day, <br />when no one's there, <br />I stand at that street. <br />Engulfed by the morning breeze, <br />and wondering, <br />wondering, <br />'why am I here <br />when you're not even near? ' <br />People passing me by, <br />or it's me passing them by? <br />Concern it's nothing. <br />Up there the cloudless sky's watching, <br />it does with no sound, <br />but I surely know. <br />It's just the same probably, <br />empty, lonely. <br />This street while quite windy, <br />so few people just here. <br />Now maybe just two. <br />Three if there were you. <br />Those two now leave, <br />holding hands and pecking cheeks. <br />I downgrade my face, <br />no one's hand is there, <br />no one's hand I hold in my palm, <br />a little cold, not warm. <br />That day, <br />when there's no one there, <br />I stand at that street <br />and know what loneliness means..<br /><br />kite remedy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-day-when-no-one-s-there-i-stand-at-that-street/
