They
There are these people.
When I close my eyes, I know them, everything about them.
Otherwise, they are nothing, nonexistent, complete strangers.
They’ve seen me before.
Maybe once or twice, when things have gotten out of control.
But after it’s over, they’re gone.
I was too busy to notice their disappearance,
and they simply never had a reason.
There are these people.
I wonder what their purpose is?
They come and go, they remind me of seasons.
I don’t think they’ve ever told me they loved me.
(2010)
