Passers -By

As I gaze out from my window
I feel the need to cry
Don’t they know that I’ve just lost you
Those people passing by

How can they treat this day as normal
When I’m feeling such despair
If I told them all about you
Do you think they’d really care

If I begged for them to listen
Would they Really comprehend
That you were not just my loved one
But quite simply my best friend.

By Paul Vincent Brown.