Just a face in the Crowd

You. You're just a face in the crowd, just a head above all the loud, crazy sentiments; which make people who they are. But who are you? I don't rightly know, but that probably means that I want to know, and wanting is complicating. The truth is, that I've never seen you before, and from this distance must I adore. So when I leave, when I get up to go, please know: that even though you carry a glowing smile, now; one day it may turn itself upside-down and then, from a distance farther still, I'll pick you up (you won't expect as much) and match you, frown for frown.