Hazy Colors

So familiar,
these faces passing by,
yet mere hazy reflections,
fog obscuring remembered features.
Like a blurry portrait,
the colors running,
wet paint
stirred all round by careless fingers.
Or maybe it's just
the tears,
clouding my eyes,
streaming down my face,
bleeding the colors,
changing the features.
Friends long gone,
left far behind,
so close in memory
but a galaxy away.

(written two years ago)