Him

Was it him that I saw?
An hour or minutes that had passed?
He looked my way.I looked his.
We exchanged glances, but that was all.
What does that mean?
Was it really him that I saw?
Seated at one end of those benches with his friends.
While me and my friends shattered away.
When he wasn't looking, by chance I stole a glance.
How keen he was on keeping a low profile. Why?
I wonder what he is thinking of.
Do I even know him?
Is he really the guy whom I use to know?
Or he is just some stranger I mistook for someone else?
By chance it could be him, by chance it could be another.
How I long to have that question answered in my mind.
Excuse me,but do I know you?