Nameless faces pass me by

as I wait for one named face

to say good-bye.

In this moment, I realize

those nameless faces hold more

than the one I recognize.

So many stories pass untold,

just crying out to be heard,

words waiting to take mold.

© Autumn Siders 2017

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