Of countless quirks and motley shape, In local trains and parking lot, Who smile back more often than not, Strangers of the routine landscape. Then there are those I once knew, Now strangers they remain, The fabric of ties torn and crumpled, Threadbare tears and laughter shared, Through those gaping holes I view my past,  Friends, love, familia. Strangers who would ne’er join each dot, Witnesses to squall, wounds agape, Folks I know I yearn to escape, And reflect in an unknown spot. But the one that seems to bother me, I see him every single day, Aware of my thought behind every deed,  He seems to smile at me too, I can’t seem to meet his eye, The stranger in the mirror. Of all the strangers I have survived Truth remains the strangest, so far.   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!