Sunday Morning

Do you know how its possible to feel the loneliest in the biggest crowds?Seeing everyone move on, find new friends, forget old ones, fit in like a puzzle piece to a corresponding one. Makes me wonder how in the world do you do it. You constantly amaze me, shocked at what you find fulfillment doing. Guess you're happy now, sure hope you're. Guess it makes me feel that everything we shared, was just a fleeting dream, a dreamy unreality. I now understand what you truly meant A, the feeling of unbelonging. Missing your familiar mundane, yet comforting routine. Knowing that you belong.