Who is Around You?

For our friends, we give kindness every day
In every meeting.
Why should we not consider all who we encounter the same way?
For was your closest friend not once another face in the crowd,
passing without touching,
any insight, all personality undiscovered?
How many strangers passing could hold as much opportunity as those near to you?
What are you missing by letting them slip by?
Could a dear friend be so very close
but slipping by, slipping by day after day
drifting near again and again
as you fail to reach for them?
What lives are swirling, twirling, and spinning around you?
Reach out?