To thrill them and haunt them,
And you have the faces of strangers,
Glimpsed once and never again.
Like that woman whose eye you caught
On a crowded street in New York
Who spun around after she went by
As f she had seen a ghost.
Leaving you with a memory of her hand
Rising to touch her flustered face
And muffle what might've been something
She was saying as she was swept away.
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