Populus

You stood and you stared, opal eyes open for the world to see. In the most briefest of glances we lived a thousand lives, you and I – rich, poor, together, apart. In lands unknown, in abodes plentiful, it was the world; and us. In some you appeared center stage, spotlight cast on your every movement; in others muted and faint, tiptoeing through the extras’ breakroom. Yet with the blink of an eye, a portal closed shut at the thought of a thousand deaths and suddenly we’ve never met at all. In this town a million strong, will I ever see your face again?