Passers-by

On the phone
we leave some words,
some messages.
On the road
we leave some footsteps,
some traces
under the Sun
we cast our empty shadows.
We pass each other by,
brush off each other’s shoulders
and continue our journey road.
I get off and walk away to my workplace
You get on the next train to your next station.
I see you
You hear me
but we don’t know each other.
We say goodbye to some old friends
and say hello to some new people.
We all come and go
and let things pass
in our everyday life.

24/2/2018