Strangers in the Sheets

And if we passed would you stop to say hello?
Would I in turn not simply go?

There but for the Grace...
Of some forgotten face

Perhaps, you'd see me in the rain
But was it I? Or simply your pain

Projecting outwards upon the place
Here
    There
And
   everywhere,
    I see your face

In truth that time will come
When the heart's ache
Shall come undone

But until then my once and lonely dear
You'll jump at my shadow, in your fear.

- Arthur Powell

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