A stranger on the road

Now I see you don’t see me
as you look over my shoulder past.
I’m a faceless stranger to you
stranger than the person last.

Now I remember you don’t remember me

or my salad days of dreams and fun. 

So my embarrassments slink away

among the reds of the setting sun.

Now I know you don’t know me

and the distance grows between us.

As you walk around the turn

and I board my bus.

Now that you can’t hear me

I was sure I can now whisper your name.

But then I tried in the silence walled by the noises around, 

And it all sounded a bit lame.

— Archana