Yet I missed you every time

I was the lonely man walking with hands inside my pockets
I was the rushing youth with music in my ears turned up too loud
I was the drunk behind the tree staring blankly at the cliff beneath me
I was the woman sewing through flowers silently on the pavement
I was the lost soul wasting my time on the streets because I had no home
I was the run away child soaring my feet merrily from the swings
I was the rickshaw driver combing the city late at night

I was the guardian of my being building slowly at no one’s behest
I was the dreamer of a tomorrow lived with no regret