I look out the window and stare at the blank faces walking the streets.
I don´t know any of these people,
yet I already see the sadness each person
portrays in their own ways.
The woman crossing the street,
you can see it in her eyes,
in the way she walks with
no intention of being anywhere.
The man in the window across the street
with the bouquet of flowers.
He´s been sitting there for the past 30 minutes.
He´s checking his watch periodically.
The revelation that his date has stood him up
crosses his face and he drops the bouquet in the trash,
sadness overwhelming him as he checks his watch once more
and decides to leave the diner.
I see each of these people as if I am looking into their minds.
I feel their sadness.
I feel their pain.
I do not know these people,
yet I feel their sorrow in a way.