A Familiar Stranger Poem by Leah Michele

When you travel the same route, at the same time everyday, you see the same faces. Some you say hi to, others you don't. Some you just observe and think, 'they seem interesting, maybe one day I'll get to know them, ' but it never happens. Then there's those rare people that observe you, while you're watching them. You know each other by face only, but eventually start to pick up on tiny parts of who the other one is - Then your schedule changes and you don't see each other as of then or at all... Years go by, you forget them and they, you.
Then there's that one day, some twist of fate brings you to the same place, at the same time once again. Your eyes lock and you recognize each other immediately. Then comes the hesitation; do you wave, say hi, finally start a convo? But you don't do any of these. You just walk away with a slight smile, knowing you saw that person and they still remember you. But you also know that was probably your last shot to say something, but you decided to keep that person a mystery that you'll never solve.