A man sits in the city streets
dressed in raggs and looking worn.
It's obvious he's had no sleep.
My blue eyes gleem in happiness-
until they meet with his;
a combination of deep brown and loneliness;
and I know he is my brother.
He sits in fear and stares off in silence
while people rush by, like myself
because it's cold
and we don't like it.
but I look at him, and he at me
and see we both have tears of loneliness;
we miss our families...
and I know this man is my brother.
three smiling woman are shopping at a store nearby
for new things they don't need;
all too afraid to admit
that they're not happy on the inside...
and I know they are my sisters.
They don't notice me, or the homeless man
sitting a few feet away from me
because they have a void to fill, you see.
but they smell my perfume
and I know it's a familiar scent to them...
and i know they are my sisters.
My bus arrives, finally
I step on and pay the fare.
the passengers are the image of diversity.
I've had a pretty hectic day
and look forward to going home
to my empty apartment in the dark...
