We are the ones.
We pass each other in the hall,
and we make eye contact,
and we are unaware,
we never know exactly
what it is that draws us to one another.
How can two people who have never met before,
know each other so well and
make such obvious attempts to
get one another's attention.
How can there be a gravitational pull,
that seems to never let up,
that pulls you in until you're stuck.
But mostly, how can something so strong become so weak,
how can you forget about that pull, and no longer see
what was once so intriguing to you, and no longer recognize
the insanity of knowing someone who you've never met.
How can you go on with your life knowing,
That person could have changed you forever,
and every misfortune you have could have
been avoided by a simple hello.
And because you don't say it,
This is where you are.
Speak up.