I Know You

The knowing of someone,
Takes, at least, a conversation to have had.
Or something shared from the past,
To reminisce it and together laugh.

And in these days we live,
It is becoming more to witness,
Childhood friends, relatives and co-workers...
Shouting to argue over nonsense.
As if kids in a playground.
Blaming one another for what the other did,
To either lie about it to exaggerate.
Or debate until the boiling flips,
Off their grown up lids.
Then attempts made to separate them,
Is brought into streets and police are called.
Arriving to witness,
A fist throwing public brawl.
Leaving no there knowing what started it all.

There are places where these same people,
Live and heard to say...
'I know you.'
And what is known,
Is frequently seeing someone's face.
Yet nothing else known to anyone,
Could they prove to validate.

'You talking to me?'

'Of course, I'm talking to you.'

'Oh?
Forgive me but I don't remember you one bit.
Nothing about you is familiar.
And this to you I will admit.
When did we meet?
Have we spoken before?
Or...
Were we introduced by someone?
Like maybe a friend or a neighbor?
Or perhaps a relative I visited.
And you live next door?'

'No.
I just see you around.
Here and there.
And...
When that fight broke out,
in the street last week?
I saw you helping the women,
Put their wigs back on.
While I stood there with the guys,
Doing nothing but laughing their butts off.
But you,
I heard to say to the police...
That you were not a hairdresser.
But you felt a need,
To collect the wigs.
Because few of the women you did not know,
Personally.
Although you appreciated,
A woman who dressed appropriately.
And that's how I know you!'

'How come you didn't assist me?
Or at least say hello?'

'Are you kidding?
Two of the guys with me laughing.
Told me they were related to the women.
And one of them had laughed so hard,
He ran inside the building...
To use the bathroom.
Then I looked around and saw you,
Walking away.
That's how I know you!'