here are the people, the lives we brush by
the times that we take to venture a smile
the parts of ourselves that we slowly let die
& the inches of emotion that take us for miles
we see faces without depth, just features
we don't have much now, but we're writhing with futures
falling in love with one another and yet another,
we're falling in love with the possibility of each other.
[note]
i planned for this to be a long series of character sketches of people i've met. it was unrhymed and unstructured. i tried writing an introduction to it and found myself rhyming...so i ditched the rest and went with it. the people are still inside of the poem; they're just no longer mentioned by name.
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