Crumbs

The sun warms my back
as I stare at my lonely latte 
Tourists pass , 
confused, 
chatting...
Mother's hold hearts and hands
As children enjoy their carefree life
I am alone.    
Cobbled streets clatter 
and chatter
with the sound of bikes and pushchairs.
The bell tolls 
for those who listen
Yet nobody notices or stirs.
Worlds stare 
at worlds 
As soulful strangers pass by & through 
Laughter punctuates thought
And thought clouds feeling. 
I watch. 
I care. 
I listen. 
I see.
Fingers point at landmarks
Maps are studied and folded
I break my daily bread.
Bags of future donations
rustle under newly found burden 
A Church bells chimes to remind us to care. 
 Birds chirp excitedly , seeking out 
the latest breadcrumbs of opportunity. 
I sit. 
I smile...   
More come to join my lonely quest
Each staring at their latte. 
Lost....
in the troubles of their day
Distracted from reality  
Clouds appear from behind buildings 
and a cold breeze sweeps across us,
Instinctively we reach 
for the warmth of a tall glass 
or a loved one's hands.
We share a moment. 
A taste. 
Life.
Slowly inhaled with every sip 
We breathe the same air. 
Strangers yet friends.
We ignore each other. 
Oblivious to each other's needs. 
I sit 
and sip 
and wait ...
Contemplating...
my crumbs.  

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