Faces in a writhing crowd

A poem that I wrote today. You can tell I'm in an experimental modernisms class no?

Faces in a writhing crowd,
Crowded mass of unfamiliar people.
People I don't know, or knew,
Now wondering what went wayward.
Weird, that I cannot seem to say,
"See you me? See that I will not say how
"Hard it is to see you here."
Heart is neither fair nor foul
Foul needs fair, and the turning of the World
Worries me, I cannot find my place.
Placate me with the knowing that
This was not all there is to be.
Belabor the idea that we loved,
Living on now it was no dream
Draining what I hope to feel.

For truth, I will love again
Against all; find me in another
As you will be found in another.

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