a face in your crowd
i'm just a face
in a crowd
surrounded by people
i can't say i don't know;
i can't say they know me.
we all say
hi and bye
sometimes
but the other times
we choose to forget
for better or worse
maybe i don't mean enough
meaning
to someone
to make my presence
present enough
for someone
maybe it's just the way
i drown to camouflage
in the sea of strangers
i used to call friends
maybe it's the way i stand
slumped and putting weight
on one foot
that makes me
out of your vision
of people you'd greet
i can't say
i'm hurt
but i also can't say
i'm pleased
for i still remember
those times of us
that kept replaying
in my head like a broken tape
and i still smile
like it was just yesterday
the mere existence of me
is nothing compared
to someone who
has light shone over her face
when she comes
into the crowd
even so
i hope that in the very least
i can be
a tiny fragment of your memory
a small piece of your puzzle
a faint smudge on your paper
a little tear on your shirt
a speck of dust in your lungs
a pinprick of light in your day
a glimpse of familiarity in your eyes
a faint tinge of color in your sky
an atom in your universe
if i don't deserve to stand
in any of those
then i don't stand at all
no matter how small
or minor it may be
so be it
if it means
i get to be part of your life;
so be it
if it means
i'm selfish to steal a bit of your time;
so be it;
if it means
i'm just a face in your crowd.
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