Stranger in the Street

I took a stroll in the streets today
and found the loneliest person amidst many
who stood and watched the world
as it passed indifferently around him.

His eyes were tired and his expression hung low
with a longing look in the distance
but I could tell that he saw nothing
when he snapped back to the real world.

Maybe he longed for love and joy
or could it be a shoulder to lean on.

I "dropped" my bag next to his space,
papers and cocoa strewn all about the ground
but he offered a kind smile and bent down,
helping me to gather my belongings.

His eyes shone for a brief second
with a peculiar vision deep in his pupils
where I saw emerging from the black depths
a precisely made mirror image of me.

I saw me in all I saw in him,
the lonesome little child learning the world
but never was taught to navigate the seas
or traverse the ancient customs of life.

We went and I bought him a hot cocoa
and was bound to leave in a rush
until a peculiar feeling rushed over me,
that I stayed and took a seat with the stranger.

I really felt I never even left home with him
especially when I was very busy cleaning
all of the paper and three cups of hot cocoa
that I spilled in front of the bathroom mirror.

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Wow, this was so heartbreaking, tender, sad and raw. Let alone deep and sincere. I really felt your heartaches and loneliness. Flood from within this poem out. Eloquently expressed. You really can bond and feel your emotions. Powerfully.

[Cass Ashe]

I'm so glad it was able to resonate like that for you. I wasn't super sure on how it would be received, so thanks!