claggie

Wondering what thoughts are going through the minds of the hundreds of passerby’s 
We’re all looking for something, or someone
All lost in our own minds
Curious as to how many faces I’ve passed that I’ve never really seen
While we’re all looking for love in all the wrong places
Searching the eyes of thousands of faces
Counting each second until we find what we think we’re looking for
All time stops until we must say goodbye once again
Each moment slips through my fingers as quick as sand,
smooth, silently collecting into a pile on the floor
A pile of memories, the moments we’ve shared
I keep them in my mind on speed dial
Yet you never feel quite close enough
Eventually the wind carries them all away