The familiar face
His clothing
His glasses
Walking down the sidewalk
Toward me
Someone I tweet to
Every day
Whose life I follow
In great detail
Who I know
Better than almost anyone else
He seems like a friend
I greet him
Try to talk
To the guy I have that
1 3/4 way relationship with
And yet
And yet
The gulf between us
Might as well be
The Pacific Ocean
He doesn't know me
I'm just one of
Thousands
Of nearly faceless fans
He walks past
With only a few words
In a hurry
Nervous
Other things to do
Not feeling well
Not wanting to tarry
In the cold air
The moment passes
The door closes
I am outside
He is in

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