Its always the strangers that do the most damage.

The ones you never get to know.

See in passing cars ,mirrored windowa and remembered.

And others-

the ones who promise everything, then go away.


Sometimes i think people were meant to be strangers.

Not to get to know one another,

not to get close enough to damage the heart

made older by each new encounter.


But then,

someone comes along

and changes all that.

For a while anyway.

Still, as the years go by

its easier to remember

the streets wher it happened than the names

and who was the one on channing way.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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