Crying Songs

At times I imagine
That somewhere in the world
Someone else is eating alone.

And at times I imagine
That they've locked themselves
In a candlelit room
With only crying songs
To comfort the emptiness.

At times I imagine
That they're all wrapped up
In a blanket of doubt
And fear of forgotteness. 

And at times I imagine
That they're picturing
Someone like me
And we're both wondering
If the other is out there.

I think so much
About someone I've never met
And sometimes the fear
That they might not be real
That I might not deserve to be loved
Consumes me completely
And it all becomes
A little too much to handle.