#996-Passer-by
22/04/2020
I could count you,
But won’t.
Too many.
Some missing.
A few covered.
I like looking at you.
But you’re not smiling.
Colorful, bright,
Yet indifferent.
Perhaps mocking me,
For trying,
To create meaning,
Out of nothing.
Then again,
You’re a flower.
Me,
Just another passer-by.
