In my everyday life, I walk past a lot of people
and it was never a problem. 
just a normal thing happening, making my day whole,
though I know none of them.
 
Until...
 
It was late afternoon, along the streets of a very familiar place,
that I walked past a stranger.
But only that this time, my heart beat faster than it’s normal pace,
like it’s in some kind of danger.
 
I know her favorite color and her perfume,
her favorite flower, and how many cans of soda she can consume.
Funny, isn’t it?
To walk past a stranger who’s not strange, even a little bit.
 
Familiar places,
unforgettable faces.
How I wish for our paths to never cross again,
for after all this time, I still can see
the bloodstain