Familiar unknowns

these passing faces
leave impressions.
ghosts of memory
coloured by
imagination.
exaggerated being
live a past of an
ideated reality.

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Familiar paths crossed

we cross paths
from time to time
never do our
eyes meet
to sense an other
is felt
a daily exchange
of unawares
the substance to
which makes this
remote adjustthe distance
according to priority
look both ways
when crossing
you might just
see me