Sometimes its hard to tell if anyone cares about you.
Days spent alone can be a bad thing if there are too many of them in a row.
You go out and walk around the Castro or the Haight and the streets are full of people that don't know you. Don't want to know you. You feel invisable. Insignifigant.
The phone starts to ring less and less.
You don't know what to say when it does.
"Hello, I am lonesome. Can you come out and play?"
But everyone has someone else to go to.
And you're not the shiny penny you used to be.
Through the walls a little girl is crying.
And you wish you could join in.