Torture of solitude.

I am so alone in the city
that I feel an enormous pity
to look around and not see your sign.

My hope fades every day
and my feelings sadly lay
in the slight chance of time.

People walk with their thundering noise
and with a very high volume in their voices,
but I only hear the shadow
that gets far and hard, and is narrow

In the end what I am left with is to think
and I feel in my heart a very bad thing.