The swivel doors of our lives

We passed
each other by,

over the years,
in streets,
in classrooms,
at concerts,
in the markets,
in different cities,
in differing continents
of  time and place.
Always over parallel paths,
That never ever crisscrossed.
Each moving on at their own pace,
Eyes set straight ahead,
Not looking left or right,
Laughing with other people,
Talking to other people.

If we had,
If we did,
We would have looked
through the glass
and seen each other
through
the swivel doors of our lives.