Schrödinger's Friendship

We may cross the paths,

On a Zebra crossing,

Or on a lavish wedding buffet,

I fear we remember each other's names,

Expressions, lip reading and smell,

Isn't it obvious to fear when you get closer,

To the things you wished,

The fear is empirical,

Every other acquaintance as a variable,

I fear talking to them,

By chance what if they like me,

What if they come close to me,

Only to experience Schrödinger's friendship,

And to fill the journals,

With utterly insensible comments,

Passed on by everyone,

I figured out love,

But I fear friendships.