.

We were

Faces in the crowd

I suppose we stood out 

A force of habit unbroken

Our bodies sifting through the mass

Feet curating the distance perfecting 

As we broke the wave surging us forward 

We caught a glance at the same time 

Drawn like moths to light 

A glimmer of recognition 

An ember long since turned to ash 

So close

Yet far enough 

Then we faded into obscurity 
sena Frost ’17

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