there is a saddedst solitude
in a place
full of people
I cannot reach
cannot tell
my secrets,
really,
if i shout
or whisper
to strangers
i am girl
woman
brown eyes
hair, skin, mouth
and they are faces of a crowd
i cannot see their souls
or touch their memories
or hear the language behind their words
sometimes
i think its better to be alone
than lonesome in a crowd