Faceless.

I was standing in line,
At a coffeeshop.
When I saw her,
Her eyes bursting with energy,
Only complimented the warm smile she gave me,
that made my heart melt,
Like a marshmallow over an open fire.
Her voice rang out when she spoke,
It was almost melodious, as if she were in song.
She ordered her drink,
Gives the cashier her name,
and disappeared into the crowds of the many faceless people.


I quickly ordered my drink,
Trembling,
Scared of the fact that..
I might never see her again.
I pay give the cashier my card.
And run off in a hurry-
Follow her,
Into the crowd,
of the many faceless people.


I run in desperately.
It smells of cheap perfume and cigarettes.
I can hear constant chatter,
But I don't seem to get what they're saying.
It's all just gibberish,
Or so it seems to me.


I search everywhere,
For hours it seems,
But all I see,
Are the many faceless people,
Lost to the world,
And it's pleasures.


They then started closing in on me.
I pushed them away,
Started to run,
But nothing helped
they kept coming at me,
and coming at me.
I broke down to the floor.
And I looked at the door....


...She was leaving,
She'd escaped.
But more then that,
I'd lost her.
So I wept,
I wept for hours,
or so it seemed.


I then stood up,
And felt something was wrong,
I had a slight headache,
But it just wasn't that.
I sat for a while,
then dismissed it,
And continued my chatter,
With my friends,
Without faces.