A photo i wished you had kept.

I looked, just looked

at no one,

at nothing in particular

just simply looked.

I stared out into the crowd of life,

there strings of emotions tying knots,

of happiness, of joy, and of love.

i wanted that.

but my emotions sat all by themselves,

alone as i was,

the ends of their strings flat and frayed

...alone.

I couldn't the fact that my hand was not being held,

that there was no whisper n my ear...

telling me that it was all right

that there was no shoulder to lean on

and no smile to make me feel happy

that your arms would never wrap around me

...when i needed them the most

'your arms'...you i don't even know who you are,

i wished i did

and i wished you knew me...

but you will never notice me...

I stopped looking

 and bent my head,

then i cried,

inside,

so you could never see.