Stranger

Your gaze holdsan unconscious prayerWho are you?Clothed in blackin the Piazza Novayou pass by me

Your darting glanceis so ordinaryit won’t make wavesin our hearts

It also seems to bea failed exposurein my memoryI can no longer find your image

Who are you? Where are you going?These questions in fact aren’t important to meI’m thinking about howsuffering in this worldis the same for every person