{"sf1_id":1978999,"sf2_id":"B1QzxqVe","title":"You don't know me...","author":"MyOwnParasite","words":54,"posted_at":"2023-04-22T20:01:00.000Z","tags":["Emotionless","Indifference","Living","Motions","Poetry","Real Life","art","daily","repetitive","streets"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1978999-you-don-t-know-me","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/B1QzxqVe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b7/21/b7214207-f068-4f77-9ceb-e6de96c05cb8","description":"#20 of Poetry, both old and new\n\nA short poem written by my fiancé back during the days of our time together. I decided to post it here, since it seems to me that it still applies, to anyone and everyone who simply goes through the motions, living out our lives indifferently as we pass each other every day.","content":"You don't know me.\n\nI don't know you.\n\nYou pass by me,\n\nEvery day,\n\nOn the crowded streets.\n\nYou say hello; I say goodbye.\n\nYou serve me food,\n\nRing up my beer,\n\nTax my cigarettes.\n\nI give you money,\n\nAnd your life goes on.\n\nWe see each other often.\n\nBut you don't know me...\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry, both old and new","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1978171-prophecy.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1981793-when-i-was-young.json"}}