On Reluctant Acquaintances
I know you, yet I don't! We meet now and then With friends, at cafes, or on the street Even in the building where books stay to rest. We have smiled at each other once and then looked away. Been lost in conversations that were to be forgotten. Said heartless goodbyes only to meet again! With every new introduction, We make fresh aquaintance Before we revert to something else. Almost like a mark of respect For the unwillingness to be friends. I know you, yet I don't. And I am glad we both keep up the game Of being awkward acquaintances that get lost and confused by civilised communication. - The Pen Dusts Itself.