the last sunset

Someone i don't know

There's this person,

Who's always at the same place,

at the same cafe, at the same time,

I think i've seen her commiting arson,

but that person dosen't intertwine with this one's face,

who's innocently sitting there, flipping a dime.

Intricate patterns always fill her eyes,

Deep, lost, forgotten, somehow she resembles me.

She's always staring pensively into the sky,

Looking at things i can't see.

Interstingly familiar, her behaviour.

I'm sure i've encountered it before.

For sure she's no saviour.

And thinking who she is makes my brain sore.

Just who is this woman?

And why does she seem so far, yet so near.
Everytime i approached her, she seemed to be finished.

And left.

The next day she would return, when i did.

And would order coffee, when i did.

She's too familiar to me.

What she does for me to see.

Is what i do.