It's always the strangers that do the most damage.
The one's you never get to know.
Seen in passing cars
mirrored in windows
and remembered.
And the others-
the one's that promise everything, then go away.
Sometimes I think people were meant to be strangers.
Not to get to know one another,
not to get close enough to damage the heart
made older by each new encounter.
But then,
someone comes along
and changes all that.
For a while anyway.
Still, as the years go by
it's easier to remember
the streets where it happened
than the names
and who was the one on Channing Way.
Labels: Rod McKuen