strangers on a train

who

isn't a stranger?

do i really know my father,

my mother,

any of my

ex-wives,

or friends. 

my children?

do i really

know what

goes on inside

their brains.

is everyone performing,

is everyone

on a stage,

saying

the right or wrong things

when the curtain

rises.

we'll never know each

other truly,

not even

at the end.