Thinking about the people whose gaze you meet once
Walking by
In a car
On a bus
Maybe you smiled for them
Maybe you wanted to so badly
But couldn’t react fast enough
Maybe they were gone before your lips had the chance to hear
The thought
How many hundreds slip past?
Still they slip past
No thoughts of how the chances of your four eyes finding each other simultaneously is a one in billions chance
No matter two completely separate lives coming completely into sync for that one point five seconds
No lost sleep on how you both continue your day from that second on without another thought of eachother
Yet,
Perhaps complete strangers are your most common source of interaction
Maybe that one single view of one single person is more than you’ll see of anyone you know today
Perhaps that meeting of mutual sights confirms both disconnected existences
Just for a second
And then they’re gone
We don’t miss them
Yet
We try to catch the eye of strangers sometimes
What purpose does one point five seconds serve?
How much happier would you be if every meeting with a human turned into a meeting with a dog?
Elucidating Questions 
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