Missing a Few Strangers

Now and then, I’d see a face,

Not the body, just the face…

Someone I could love forever;

Every day and in every place.

Loving hearts seen in their eyes,

Their spirit, naked and whole…

Smiles that gently lured me,

Towards innocent, perfect souls.

Passing trains on opposite tracks,

Never led us to each other’s home…

Yet still I picture their their faces,

Are any like me, still alone?