Face in the crowd.

We were once strangers
you and I,
but fate had plans, and our voices touched.
For how long? Long enough to see how
misleading you can be.

We laughed, we talked
we danced under the moon;
How I wished you told me you loved me
but no, it was too soon.
For the feeling, to you, was platonic;
but it played on my heart,
like the winged cherub on his harp

I knew it was too good to be true;
but then another returned to you,
and in the obsessive thoughts of your other;
I was lost, forever.

As fate shoved me from
your life, I fell from my cloud.

And I became just another face in the crowd.