Anxiety of love

Slow torture that makes me look for
someone to talk to.
Bitter nostalgia that makes me feel
that my innocent past was happy.
I watch the people who seem to be smiling,
they all have someone to share.
A vagabond in the street sings this song
I feel empathy and I recognise myself in him.

Why this anxiety of love?
Why do I need someone if
my solitude is already enough company?

Have you cried some time when you were losing your dreams?
Have you been somewhere where the hopes dissipate?
Maybe then you can understand me.
Maybe there is a place where peace and love are easy.
Maybe man one day can be happy forever,
and walk naked and free.