The lonely people

Today I felt like Eleanor Rigby - picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been. Lives in a dream. Waits at the window wearing a face that she keeps in a jar at the door. Who is it for? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? (no need to credit these words is there?)
Easy to feel lonely in this city of teeming millions - auntie duty done - Thu, Minh, Lien and the extended family back home. I spent the day in Internet cafes waiting to meet workmates to share a lift back to the mountains - they're full of talk of the excitement of the coming weeks work. I feel the outsider - nose pressed in to the glass but not sure if I'll ever get back in. Time to indulge in a little woe is me tonight then on to planning the next surgery and a bear therapy session tomorrow.