Bus Station Chance Meeting Following With A Poem Of Longing And Loss

I'm walking in a circle
You're walking in one too

You can share my spiral
But I may never walk with you

The thoughts inside your head
Are hidden in your eyes

Why seek the truth
To answer it in lies

Life is but a station
That will take us different ways

Time absolute
When your nights are your days

Come 2 in the morning
You will leave, get on the bus

Does your circle separate the difference
Between you, me, and us?

Written for a stranger and a friend
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart

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