I don't know if he really recognized me. I do know that he recognized something . . . maybe I seemed familiar but he couldn't place me. I met his eyes, and he met mine, and this time I didn't back down, and he did. And we passed each other, and I didn't look back.
There was this girl in a class I was taking at Central. Her name was Vena. She looked familiar. I couldn't place her (never have been able to . . . maybe I didn't know her at all, maybe I just thought I did.) She was nice.
Coming home from work, once or twice, there's this guy I've seen on the bus. I know him, I think. I remember him from school, though I can't remember which grade, or even which school. I think of him as Nick. I'm not sure if that's his name or not. When I knew him, he laughed and joked, he was the class clown, he was everyone's friend. Now he looks worn down . . . he looks out the window and doesn't see anything. I've never said anything to him . . . I don't even know if he's the person I knew, but it makes me think.
In jewelry making at North, there was someone I met named Lisa. She was making a starburst - copper and bronze circles. Tough to make in that size, she had problems with metal expansion. (Major problems.) I saw her again at a bus stop, but couldn't place her, and decided not to get off the bus . . . a few hours later I finally realized who it was, and wished I'd stopped.
Cities are surprisingly small sometimes.
Who keeps showing up in your life?