Wandering Key

What makes that magic that shines like gold?
It's like a key and a lock.
You fit together.
And everything clicks.
I wish I had that.
I see it around me.
People everywhere. Smiling. Happy. Clicking.
They click.
I don't.
"Why not?" I wonder. What's so wrong with me?
Why am I so different, so far apart, so always alone?
I miss that feeling of a You plus Me.
I miss the way it made me feel invincible and ready to fly high away.
Like nothing could ever make me afraid.
I don't know who "You" is,
Or how to find You among all the Thems
I'm lonely.
Never more lonely than when there's a crowd.
Because it's always a clicking crowd.
And I'm just a wandering key....