Its always the strangers that do the most damage.
The ones you never get to know.
See in passing cars ,mirrored windowa and remembered.
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.
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.