Somewhere in the Crowd

Akin Ponce

I stand here In this silent cabaret Listening to your symphony WatchingEvery smirk Every grin Every trip and fall

I was there After hours Unbenknownst to you I was there Standing As the crowd hollered to your glory Now I sit In this empty tavern As the drapes come together I still hope That your last glance, at the slightest Was something I can call mine.

Illustration by: Arvin B. Buyser