A crowd of a thousand people
moving to the beat of their own.
Pushing and shoving
running and walking
no names, no faces,
just a body of bodies

Day in, day out
people of people
noticing everything
except those around
laughing and crying
talking and not stopping
life on a clock of time

Connecting with one
communicating all things
focusing on their face
memorizing its beautiful features
while listening to their words
trying hard not to forget
watching and waiting
listening and creating
a mental image of them

Until it comes to say goodbye
the once memorized face
gone into the crowd
bleeding into the others
with no trace behind
faces of white
names gone unknown
drowned with the figures
of thousands upon thousands
of bodies