"There are chance meetings with strangers that interest us from the first moment, before a word is spoken."
~Crime and Punishment
Our eyes locked in a crowd.
I turned mine down--
Unwilling he should see a secret
Burned in fire and trembling--
But not before
A smile had slipped between us:
Knowledge of our mutual ignorance, an instant's
Curiosity, or interest, it may be; recognition
Granted innocence and possibility. Unanimity
In living strangers, sharing
The hunger and humor of humanity
In silence.
Whose face, whose smile, what name from long-ago?
I'll never know;
I'll never need to know.
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