Stencils In Front Of A Building Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Faces pass in a blur.
I fell in love, mistaking you for someone else.
I mistook your voice as my heart's echo. Loud, vibrant.
People come and go,
The beat of footsteps heard against the ground.
Most of their faces sketched heavily in ink.
Not enough light to see if you are who I thought you were.
How foolish of me,
Blindly staring into the crowd.
Hunched over shoulders, hurried steps.
I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else.