People Come In Pairs
I have noticed how people come in pairs,
As if they're afraid to be alone,
Or as if they've always been like that
And never considered being seperated.
Sometimes, in the middle of a busy street,
I'll watch for these people- they're not hard to spot.
They'll be walking side by side, maybe talking,
As if they are one and the same.
And I'll walk up to these people,
Even if I do not need to go that way,
No, not up to them, through them.
And watch their expressions as they're forced apart.
It's funny.
As if they're afraid to be alone,
Or as if they've always been like that
And never considered being seperated.
Sometimes, in the middle of a busy street,
I'll watch for these people- they're not hard to spot.
They'll be walking side by side, maybe talking,
As if they are one and the same.
And I'll walk up to these people,
Even if I do not need to go that way,
No, not up to them, through them.
And watch their expressions as they're forced apart.
It's funny.