Well-known Strangers

Days and years pass,

And, one day you'll see me

On a busy road,

Well, in the same city

While you have gone abroad and

lived a thousand ecstatic lives in one.

I, here, have seen a thousand different lives,

and yet you would have repeated the same line, "I miss you."

But, we only look at each other, not a word, nor a swerve 

Is it a mirage or a miracle? I wonder.

And, for a change you say, "I am proud of you!"