All those faces
in all those places.
If we met again,
what would you
think of me?
And I of you?
The randomness of life,
the circles of chance
that made our paths
converge and
separate again.
The words that drift around
the cafes where I’ve sat
and eavesdropped
other people’s conversations,
the songs that play
on jukeboxes and radios.
Memories that
accumulate then fade again.
Other people’s lives
that touch mine
then move on again.
All those faces,
all those places.
23 April 2022
#NaPoWriMo
Southsea Storytellers 