A FACE IN THE CROWD

Do I know you?
Your face looks familiar.

Did we ride the bus together?
Or maybe we hailed the same cab?
Were you there at the cinema hall?
Or the queue for popcorn?

I know I know you.
I have seen you somewhere.

Am sure it was not a movie poster,
nor was it the TV.
Was it the book fair last evening?
Or at the coffee shop on the street curb?

Before I could find out,
the elevator opened its mouth,
and you stepped out.
Another face lost in the crowd.