Sometimes, it seems to me
that I am all the people
which I meet
It’s weirdly beautiful.
I look at you,
and I see myself.
I look inside you,
and I find myself.
Sometimes, it seems to me
that all the people who
walk through my life and then
go on their way,
come back later,
under another face,
to tell me exactly what you were going to tell me
if you hadn’t left;
and then, I know it was good
that I forgave.
Sometimes, it seems to me that all men
are one,
which destroys,
and then comes back to soothe,
only under a different mask.
It shudders me
when almost a stranger
tells me I love you;
and I know that behind his face
it’s still you.
It shudders me
when I realize
that we are one
and the same one.
