Most days I see you passing by;
You stop, a visual acknowledgement,
And then move on to go about your day,
As if we were two strangers on a bus,
Sharing a commute, but not a friendship;
Sharing a look, a nod, but no emotion
Save awareness that this space we share,
However temporarily,
Has welcomed each of us in turn,
But we are simply passing through,
While it was here before we came
And will remain long after we have gone.
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