Constant Words

In the grand scheme
we
seem
to constantly
find each other
time
is trying to cover
its bases
introducing
new faces
places
people
we go
days
and
days
countless
different ways
but we seem
to continually
find each other
in each others
space
I keep my head down
eyes averted
I am earnest
in my quest
for new
and yet
there is
always
you
and I know
you also avoid
my gaze
my side of the street
the ground
that has known
my steps
that've met my feet
but I seem to be
yet again
in your way
in your day
the only constant
in a haze
of bodies
oddly
I am there
brown eyes
brown skin
brown hair
a cup of coffee
with splashes of cream
that seems
to haunt your dreams
and you are unaware
why I
don't disappear
the way other faces
tend to do
why I
press against your mind
in ways other faces
never do
we should melt away
as we pass
but in a sea of lives
yours seems to catch
the edges of my vision
and I only ever
notice you
and I don't quite
know
what to do
why we move
steadily through these days
this maze
of life
along each others lines
but I
am ready to give up
and just
let this river lead
let our eyes
be seen
by the only ones
that seem
to draw us in
mine to yours
and yours
to mine
and make the most
of whim