Thoughts
There's a woman I used to see at the same bus stop. We never spoke. Never exchan
There's a woman
I used to see
at the same bus stop.
We never spoke.
Never exchanged names.
But after a while,
I'd notice when
she wasn't there.
It's strange
how people can become
part of our routines
without ever becoming
part of our lives.
I wonder how many strangers
have noticed
when I was missing.
— Sher
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