The Poetry of Andrea Shumovsky

 

Strange Passing

 

Would you know me

If we passed by on the sidewalk

You know I exist

Flesh and blood given away

Without a glance

ahead

You must recall me

I am here

Would you feel my presence

And be aware

Of the chill up your spine

The deja vu

That is I

Do you see what I might be

In your dreams

And wonder if that is

Reality

I know you must wonder

From time to time if

I am here

Passed by, bumped on the busy street,

Brushed by an arm

A strange look from an empty soul

Would you know me

Would you want to

I am here

By Andrea Shumovsky

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