Sunset Strangers

same work place for twenty years

two people who have never spoken

same subway home for twenty years

two people on the same train

same morning ,same nights, for twenty years

never a day without a content feeling, familiar

same cups of coffee, same morning paper 

not once were they aware 

two people for twenty years always smile

one day leads to the next, only one shows

one person same coffee, same paper 

days turn into weeks then months

one persons familiarity is wrought

one person looks ,hoping for a calm

one person lost on the way home

one person crying, faithfully broken

twenty years of the same now gone

            sunset strangers

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i thought the same thing mysty did...

what ifs so close to each other, so close.

intriguing poem.

[Holly Mason]

thank you kind sir....very much

[Mysty Johnson]

aaah makes me wonder what may have been if they had only connected. This reminds me of the old saying "two ships passing in the night". Thank You for sharing . I enjoyed reading your writings.

[Holly Mason]

thank you Mysty *) I enjoyed reading your write and also your bio

[Distant horizons]

Sad poignant words.

[Jack...]

Sad but beautiful. To imagine everyday these two, seeing each other, probably wondering about the other, but never connecting. Sad.

[Holly Mason]

thank you very much I can hardly see the text with anything on here it is so faded almost not there

[Jack...]

I don't have that problem and I don't see that well.