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The Poetry of Michael Langston


(37) SPRING DANCE

Though in the crowd, I am alone
With no one there to call my own;
I walk amidst the people there,
But there is no one there to care.

Their eyes look blindly straight through me,
Like a ghostly shape they cannot see,
As though no one were really there,
As though I were the empty air.

I stand and think of times gone by
Before we said our last good-bye
When love was mine and you were there,
Your smile, your eyes, your long blonde hair.

I turn and walk into the night
And leave this place of sound and light,
But no one knows that I have gone,
And no one cares...
I am alone.


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