Another pair of eyes.

Human being
Just walking down the street.
Hands in pockets.
Kicking away all the rain.

Shoes made of cloth,
far too easy to make wet.

Looking into its own world
while everyone else is walking by.

No pair of eyes are met.
No one knows that each of the others exist.

Doors are closed.
None of them listens anymore.
They stopped doing so
a long
long
time ago.

And so will it continue
until one of them
– only one –
meets another
pair
of eyes.

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