Alone

The tears have stopped.
Conversations end abruptly
Like two strangers
Who meet and walk away.
The long wait for tomorrow
And the waiting from yesterday
It's a mob!
A drive
That half written verse
A useless song
The mob won't dissipate,Like
those road signs, ignored
And a crowd that has run amok.
My eyes stare inwards
At me
As the crowded mind
Runs like an old film reel