you have the feeling
you have seen them somewhere before.
The problem is you can’t think where
that might have been without asking them.
You just sit and suffer
with your mind trying to think where.
Then the face disappears
and you’re left in a limbo
wishing you had said something
or that your paths will cross again.
30 May 2015
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