As I walk down the street,
I am next to another soul.
I sway my arms, praying for his and mine to meet.
Maybe then, I will feel whole.
My hands are of a hard worker,
a woman who sowed her pain to strength.
Yet, when I sit still on a train, my heart races, even when I think of you and her.
Young woman with an old soul, just waiting for her rebirth.
I am walking down the street, looking for you.
My feet drag, and I am counting my breaths.
In, out. One, two. Three, four.
I still look for a missing piece of my soul.
In, out. Five, six. Seven, eight.
My heart continues to race, even when I look down at the concrete.