People

We cannot see every person who we have met each and every day. Some people move away. Others attend a new school. Some people join a new team. No matter how much people want to grow, sometimes that means leaving those who have moved from strangers to friends to family. August is a time of meeting new people or those whom we have known for years which prompted me to write the following blurb called “People.”

People

I don’t like people,

Because I like people.

Let me elaborate.

Isn’t it strange

How strangers become friends

And eventually family?

Each person is unique.

A falling piece of precipitation

Accumulating into society.

I try my best to build myriads of sturdy bridges,

So that I can walk into new worlds

And see that the world does not revolve around me.

Each person has a role in my life,

But they have their own story to lead.

Our stories intertwine and unravel in a blink.

No more to be seen or heard without effort.

Now inside jokes

Reside in my mind.

Yet, the memories of old

Tattooed on my mind forever.

I don’t like people,

Because I do like people.