Surrounded by noise,
Cars in the rain, splashing in puddles,
Children in play,
Muttering muddled.
Music wafted in a gentle melody,
From a bakery, with fresh bread,
Scentless, tasteless.
An invisible line,
Made by the rain,
On the inside and out.
Isolating, tingles of numb,
Waves of nothingness,
The calling of abyss.
Holding hands,
Across the street,
A couple passed,
Unaware of the pain wrought,
With the love of their embrace.
A reminder of the feeling
Of the nothingness
Of being
Alone