Wherever You Are

How do you do?
Is there anyone sitting here?
Am I interrupting?
Can I be your friend?

Wherever we go,
we will meet new acquaintances,
slowly they we grow,
we became friends.

Can I see myself with a friend?
a true friend?
Can I see myself
sipping coffee and laughing at
anything and everything with you?

It seems nobody's here
I'm sitting under a weeping willow,
staring at the blinding sun,
and closed my eyes
savouring the streams of light.

Nobody's here
So do I have to create that someone?
I never did feel belong,
I never seem to hold on to anyone,
since one touch,
they can slowly slip away,
avoiding me like a plague.

Wherever you are,
can you be my friend?
can I be your friend?
Would accept who I am?
would you still like me when you truly see me?

Wherever you are,
Can I hold your hand?
Would you leave?
Would you turn your back on me?
Would you slowly retreat?

Can I ever befriend?
Is it possible to find a true friend?
What does it feel like?
I do not know,
as I do not know what he or she looks like.

My friends are faceless,
I can't pin point anyone,
I just greet them and be nice as usual,
and slowly they fade,
I don't know who are they.

So I'm just sitting here in
this valley of lavender,
hoping it will soothe my soul,
and let me sleep with a smile,
thought crooked it may be,
let me smile and be hopeful
that I will have a friend.