& maybe, sometimes, when people grow apart...

[rainfeary]

they become no longer recognizable.
        So, you can pass them in the street,
  bump into them at a store,
           stand in line behind them,
and not realize that you know them;
                until, hours, days
                       weeks,
                                                 months
                     -later;
then you go through the 'why didn't they recognize me?
why didn't i noticed? why didn't i say something?
           should i be feeling bad about this? 
                                        how much do i really care?'
perhaps, we're not supposed to recognize them,
perhaps, they're roll in our life
                                           and ours in theirs;
is not supposed to connect again.
                 Afterall,
                            you grew apart for a reason.

right?