People who need people

They say people who need people 
Are the luckiest people
In the world
 
 
There were footsteps out on the streets, I could hear them pounding against the pavement.
Honking cars, loud human noise. 
I could hear my own, clear in their solitude, loud in their lonely sound.
 
 
A shadow dashes across a street light, figureless 
And I think it is my destiny and I follow it.
It leads me to a land of unfulfilled promises and I am lost once more.
 
 
I see a light shoot across the alley, colorless
And I think it is my purpose and I follow it. 
It leads me to the place where dreams take a long sleep and again, I am lost.
 
 
I hear a noise screaming between graffitied skyscrapers, soundless
And I think it is my calling and I follow it. 
It leads me to a dark tunnel with a rickety train to nowhere, and I am lost still.
 
 
Along city-stained brownstones, I taste the smell of possibility and warm bread
And I think it is my home and I follow it. 
It leads me to the cozy window seat where eyes gaze up to infinity, and I wonder if you are here.
 
 
I want you to speak, I want you to show me
Show yourself
I want to ask you everything, tell you everything, tell you I’ve found you.
 
I want to know you 
I want you to know me 
I want
 
I want
 
I want
 
 
There’s a knock on the door
 
It’s not you.