Is anybody else silent?
      Watching people around you run and play.
Is anybody else lingering?
      Watching the last streams of light slip over the ground.
Is anybody else still?
      Not seeing any reason to move anything other than your eyes,
Is anybody else breaking from serenity?
      Still held back by the longing for peace,
Is anybody else singing love songs?
      Even though it's certain nothing will come from them?
Is anybody else feeling like a wraith?
      Almost free, but held back by a small thread of nothing?

Is anybody else hoping?
      Wishing for something to present itself -
Something not already tainted, used, fabricated, reserved . . .
Maybe I'm being too picky.

I wish she'd come.

I wish she'd just open up her hand to me,
      Speak some nonsensical words,
I wish she'd just smile,
      Remind me why I'm here,
Just give me something . . .
To feel . . . other than this . . .