Are impressions marked when two cross
Even for the most fleeting of moments
Two souls can dance nearer yet never touch
Or two strangers could walk by on the street
Do either leave marked by the other.
A conversation held from minutes to hours
Wanderers and homebodies sharing tales of places
And things wonderful and bygone
Will they remember the other
When these days have long gone by.
Two lovers share an embrace intertwined
Blooming like a rose bush full of thorns
A relationship doomed, they fall apart
Broken pieces scatter to the wind
Pain drives from memory
Can you recall what you suppress.
Locked in strife, a group struggles
Conflict the game they play, day to day
They lay down war eternal, until, in the end
It breaks, the group dissolves into the mist
They surely will be forgotten by each other
All the pain they inflicted upon each other.
How do we know if we left a mark on another soul
To leave an impression of ones being on another
For a minute, an hour, a day, a year or more
For someone to remember you after an encounter
That is what we strive for as humans
Whether that impression be positive or negative.
The strangest part is that it does not go both ways
You may distinctly remember them
Yet they may not even know who you are.
4/3/21 – Andy McRae
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