Window Shopping

Moving through the market place with not a penny left to spend, Thinking of the letters wrote she was never going to send. Wond'ring if the rain will stop, if the dancing man will appear, Up and down each aisle I roam wond'ring if she has e'er been here. So many faces pass by with a rush of the shuffling feet, Yet not a word is spoken for fear that two might have to meet. Some come to spend a penny, some to make a dollar to two, While some just come to get lost and hide themselves from other's view. Looking into reflections that are moving from wall to wall, I'm searching for the pictures which I cannot clearly recall. I'm asked if they can help me as their politeness takes a bow, I thank them for assistance but I'm just window shopping now.