Normal People
It’s weird how people can look like you.
What do you mean?
Well, that’s not really what I meant.
What did you mean?
Like. Like walking through a crowd and catching a facial feature that you recognize.
You are who I recognize but it’s never you.
And. And for some reason I’m hopping, praying it is.
But it never was.
Not until today.
Not until I waved at you and you waved back.
You look for me in crowds?
I’m always looking.
Every corner I take.
Every building I enter.
I'm just imagining you standing there with your sweater.
Minding your own business.
You are just too preoccupied with your world to look at me.