Fear

Our shoulders brush in crowded corridors,

You pass through me like an apparition.

I struggle in believing that you’re real.

You live your life far away from here,

On the far side of a glass wall dividing us.

Someday soon today will be lost—fade away

And I will be looking back at the story told,

Looking at moments oddly engraved.

At the end of it all I wonder where you’ll be,

For your story is almost written

And I am growing bitter and afraid.

       DannYetman

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