Does He See Me?

I wonder if he sees me. I feel neglected. I walk the city streets feeling lonely, again. I walk alone. More alone than I really want to be. If he's here, I don't see him. I want to see him, I really do. But all I see is loneliness. I see misery in the street. I feel the hardship in poverty and sickness. Sure, I see much joy. Joy's easy. But the hardship stands out a little too much. The hard lines in people's faces caused by stress. I feel the panic and I just want it to go away.