Talking To A Stranger

No matter how he cries.
Everything is always too loud.
Silenced by the crowd, the
Smiles all around.

He stands on the ground.
Though feet not firmly placed.
It seems he is proud.
Though all of himself has been erased.

They talk to him as if he too can laugh.
But truth has shattered all but fear.
And thoughts that he will soon be replaced.
By the past haunting another useless year.

His eyes wander around his life,
And see nothing but the pain within.
For it seems his joy has been encased
Deep inside where his heart would have been.

They ask of him as if what he knows is true.
But he doesn't know where to begin.
For the end is beginning, and the beginning did end.
Long ago.
When I thought I could have you.