What do you see when she passes you by?
Do you see a girl with skinny arms, forever brushing aside the mane of dark hair that insists on falling over her eyes?
Do you see a girl in a floral dress, reading a book, waiting for you on that bench?
Do you see a girl in a hurry to get to work on time, even though she doesn't really give a crap?
Do you see a girl? Do you see a woman?
Do you see a girl who speaks the same language you do? Or one who speaks in tongues? Is she from Babel, perhaps?
Do you think she belongs?
Does she disturb you? Do you see a chameleon?
Do you simply see a girl who's sitting on the seat you should be sitting?
Do you wonder whether she prefers writing letters to e-mails? Whether she's a cat or a dog person?
Do you see a broken heart?
Has it ever occurred to you to just ask?
Or does she merely... pass you by?
And none of us actually leave any footprints on the sand.