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When I'm in bed and it's
all quiet and the ticks of
the clock and the cold wind
that blows are
my only distractions, I see
faces floating across the room
that I cannot quite remember
but I know for sure we met once
somewhere. It could be an
accidental glance or someone
picking up something you
dropped at a bus stop and right there,
you strike a conversation or
when you sat on a park bench and
someone asked if they could sit beside
you and you had a small talk about
the occurrences lately.
Isn't it amazing how you come across
different people in a short period
of time?
Don't you miss the way you
had your little talks at all these places?
Do you think you'll still see each other
again?
Try to imagine yourself lying in bed
at a care center. You remember all these
faces and places that are starting
to blur in your head and you'll be wondering
where they are right now.
It's beautiful and sad at the same time.
Beautiful in the way you've crossed paths
with these people and sad in the way
that though they play parts as small
as the atoms that make up who you are,
at least they became a part of your journey
and they make you think of the
things you could have done with them
if goodbyes never existed.