I walk in crowds, yet feel the space,
An empty ache no touch can trace.
Surrounded close, but far apart,
With echoes loud inside my heart.

They talk, they laugh—I nod, I smile,
Yet every moment feels a mile.
Each friendly glance, a fleeting scene,
That leaves no trace of what has been.

I reach for hands that never stay,
For warmth that fades, for light that’s gray.
In rooms so full, I’m lost unseen,
A ghost within a waking dream.

Alone, I wear this quiet shroud,
A hidden soul amid the crowd.
I scream in silence, yearn for more,
Yet find myself still by that door.

And so I drift through days I roam,
In search of hearts that feel like home.
Until I find that missing tone,
I’ll wander here
Unknown
Alone