in a Rue

Displaced in a common place
faces come to stay for a day or two
for what ever reason of every race
temporal connections in a rue

Most don’t see my face
they don’t ask of who I am
care little of where and why
I’m in this place

I’m curious of them
some I ask where there from
what brings them here
they stare at me in REM

Those that share their anecdote
my selflessness inspired
self indulgent lamentations cease
the mundane no longer rote

This journey rife with challenge
has grown my appreciation
not for things I’ve lost
but for the moments shared
my heart has gained