Analysis of Contemplation After Saying Goodbye

I watch the waves of the escalator,
sliding, flowing, down,
I am alone although I am in a sea of faces.
Sad strains of a piano concerto
come ugly and fuzzed overhead.
I can handle the world alone
but my mind doubts my heart;
foolish heart, you are lost
amid your own certainty,
amid your need to prove,
prove something the mind fears.
I fear you, sky
I fear your limits.
I wish I could wipe this hard look from my face
these wrinkles from my brow
and this turmoil from my body.
It is disturbing to acknowledge
that you look out from your eyes
and cannot see the world in its entirety
for you cannot see all of yourself.