Faces

A hundred, sometimes a thousand
new ones everyday, all different,
but mostly all the same,
then there is one, just one,
that makes me question,
"What if I knew you?"

Then I get to contemplating
if she, for it is always she,
where sat here next to me,
an old friend from long since,
would we laugh at jokes
that only we understood,
and talk about school and that time
where we tried sex together
but it didn't quite work,
and would I wish
that we could try once more,
now we are older and better at it?

Then I get distracted
and forget she ever existed,
she never even knew that I did
or that for a moment
she was my friend.