Doorway

The other day i saw a man standing in a doorway. The room before him was full of people dancing. I saw him come and he came alone...I saw him leave and he left alone. I never saw him dancing though, he just stood there watching. He had a sad face. He didn't seem like he was going to cry but his demeanor spelled out melancholy, and loneliness. He probably wanted to dance, why would he come if he didn't wan't to dance? But he never went in. He just stood there, maybe hoping for someone to ask him to dance, perhaps building up courage. But he never went in, he just stood there and watched. Maybe he liked to just, but I don't think so. Who comes to a ball just to watch?
When he left I felt sad as well. I don't know why, but he reminded me of myself. Except I probably wouldn't have come. Does that make me sad? Depends. Depends on me, I guess...