Wonder & Wander

I wonder a lot.

I wonder if the anxiety will ever leave me.

I wonder if people around me will ever stop judging.

I wonder if souls are real, if God exists,

or if love is something I’ll ever feel.

I wonder if other people wonder, as much as I do.

If they sit in chairs and think and stare.

If they go for walks and avoid small talks.

If they pay attention to mirrors and not fight tears.

I want to know their passions and fears,

their loves and hates, if they’ve had a heartbreak.

I wonder if they care enough to care.

If they look at sadness and try to place meaning there.

I only wonder. I want to know if they feel my longing tone.

But, I know I won’t if all I do is wonder and wander alone.