50 (i was with the crowd)


I WAS WITH THE crowd when I was in the road;

Where the road ends I find myself alone with you.

I knew not when my day dimmed into dusk and my companions left me.

I knew not when your doors opened and I stood surprised at my own heart's music.

But are there still traces of tears in my eyes though the bed is made, the lamp is lit, and we are alone, you and I?

 

 

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