Here I am, again,
alone,
in a crowded room . . .

No one here
I see.
No one here
but me,
in this crowded room,
alone,
with you
on my mind.

I can't help but wonder,
if you're thinking of me?
Are you looking for me
when I'm not there
in a crowded room
alone with you?

And still I wonder,
do you smile at me,
when you're thinking of me,
if you're thinking of me,