Evermore

Photo by Ravi Roshan on Unsplash

Everyday

I look for somebody

among the shapes of strangers,

a friend,

sharply alone as I am,

who can meet my eyes,

and hold the gaze

and in the blaze of seconds,

say something

which cracks the crystallized suffering

of being one in a sea of people,

and washes me with relief that

I am granted

the ordinariness

of being known by another,

from one crossroads to the next,

before we drift in different directions

and can’t find each other.