The One
Who is crying in night-time without reasons
who is smiling to everybody and then going home alone
who is asked to share, but for whom it is impossible to do
who seems to carry all the heaviness of the world but who is just empty
and lost
who knows that when you are lost, nobody can help you
who knows that sharing would make it worse
who is doubting but still doing what is right to do
because

who can sit, wait and watch
clouds moving
feel, touch and embrace
rain on her skin

the One
who can be quiet and let it be
who can smile, talk and be happy
who can love

the half lonely girl
half empty
and half full
watching You and everybody else
walking in your roads
passing her by
The One.