Dawdling about your daily life
In a surfeit of strangers
You see a group of friends
Laughing and talking
Embellishing the bustling town.
Subtly makes you ruminate
About those “friends” you used to have
Now just familiar faces
The silent spectators.
Vivid memories, irrelevant, but still there,
Woven around the ghost of those faces.
On a beguiling summer evening
Content with who you are,
You let them be and let them wane,
Amusing, isn’t it?
This affair with irrelevant, familiar faces.