In this crowded street
Waiting and searching among the crowd
for a face that is not like any other face.
Conversation flows and flies from every corner.
Words jump around and paint the memory
of yesterday or today,
or maybe moments that were lost
I search for a sentence to bring back
the forgotten moment when we said our goodbyes
and parted to go our own way
each in a different direction.
The rain and the mist clouded the busy street.
The lights turned dim.
Someone whispered a word
to the person nearby
and the laughter brought down the curtain of silence
I opened the door to invite some warm and sweet
memories so you can take with you to the road.
The curtain came down.
You left empty-handed.