I Saw Her Face
In the loneliness only to be found
in a mass of humanity,
A solitary figure, I walked the street,
Lost in my thoughts, lost in the stream.
Across the road, among the flowing hordes,
I saw her face.
My heart pounded at the sight of her.
Pushing wildly I fought my way back,
Fighting the throngs, and the swarm of angry cars.
I called her name, a voice drowned out
by the violence of the jungle.
By the time I reached where she had been,
She had long been swept away,
In the flood of the scurrying herd.
Desperately pushing and shoving,
I fought my way.
I tried to look above the sea of heads,
She was nowhere to be seen.
As a heavy rain began to fall,
The flocks of people melted away.
I stood there under the falling torrent,
The cleansing drops washing away the tears
from my face.
In my heart I had known that it hadn't been her,
She now lived in a place of great serenity,
resting in peace.
But with that flare of elation,
That surge of impossible hope,
For a moment I had felt her presence,
I had remembered all that I had lost.
For this one last time
I had seen her face.