Can you see me?

Can you see me? I can't be sure.
Some people look, but don't really.
Others do, I think, but they shy away.
One man did, and tossed me some coins.
I would have thanked him if I could.
Another man found them and I was glad.
He needed a drink against the cold.

Georgie sees me, but he's getting old.
He was afraid at first, but no, no longer.
I always call out to him "Hello Georgie".
And he snorts and shakes his head a little,
As he pulls the tourist carriages by.
But he gets tired fast now and I worry,
Who will be my best friend afterward?

It's not so bad really, on these steps,
Sitting here across from St. Stephens.
I watch the sun on those high ivy walls.
And the cars go by, so many more now.
The people, they walk in silent shells.
If only they knew to talk and laugh.
But I was one of them, so I remember.

I like to watch the young couples best.
Hand in hand as they head into the park.
Rejoice, I want to call out to them.
Smile, sing, touch, feel, and shout.
Lay down together in the tall grass,
And feel the summer sun on your skin.
This is your moment, a precious season.

So why did I stay? I'm not sure really.
I wanted to go but just couldn't then.
If I had a chance now perhaps I would.
But she might come walking by here one day.
And I want to see her so, just once more.
To see her smile, even if she's with him.
I just need to, can't say why, I just do.

She's why I'm here, I just couldn't go on.
You see, I missed her so much when she left
And sometimes you just don't care anymore,
Or maybe you do care, just way too much.
And then you just have to stop the pain
But it doesn't stop, I know that now.
But can you see me? Can you? I can't be sure.