]Sometimes over the years,you come back.
It can be anywhere. You like to take me by surprise,
 you like to lie in wait.
I'm standing on the edge  of the pavement,
 watching  for the light  to go green,
 you're standing there on the edge of my thoughts ,
 or I'm listening to that woman in the doorway
talking to her neighbor, and I see you
 a baseball cap hung low covering your eyes,
 eyes belonging to someone else.
Does this make you ordinary?
Do  I see you in others as a way
of telling myself  you're not special.

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