Strangers Who Always Meet

Dear neighbor,
I saw you from afar,
Both of us getting
Out of the car.

Most times we pretend
The other isn’t there,
Going about our business
With only self care.

Once, maybe in a while,
A few words we spar –
A hello, a raised hand,
Yet still under par.

Let’s not be afraid
Of a distant salutation.
I’ve never known it
To ruin a reputation.

Fear not I’d impose on you,
I’m a private person, too.
But since when was it hard
To say ‘how do you do?’

I’ll see you again for certain,
If we don’t see each other first.
But the one of us who initiates,
Has the better heart, not cursed.

Is it coincidence or good grief
That we live as neighbors,
Not knowing how to greet,
Strangers who always meet?

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.


About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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