In a city of a thousand varying faces

In a city of a thousand varying faces, I yearn for one glance of a face. Not any face; but that of a person who I knew more than my own. And, I close my eyes, trying to hold back on the tears waiting to gush out, knowing that I’ve got only myself to blame for shoving that person somewhere into the dark corner of my past.

I change my mind over and over again concerning which phrase should I add to describe the person. I came up with few and realized they do not do enough justice.

Oh promises. Alas! They don’t last; possibly they are meant to be broken?

I bow my head down in shame when my mind wanders back into a time where I had promised to him that he would be my present and future and all I managed to do ultimately was keep him close within myself but as a thing of the past; which is over.
Soon my mind would be taken over by oh-so-many silly, mundane & insignificant worldly thoughts. And, all will be forgotten.

That face.

These thoughts.

And, this longing.

But till then, in a city of a thousand varying faces, I yearn for one glance of that face I’m no stranger to.