Peripheral Vision

You're in a store or on a street
And suddenly, you glance
An old friend or acquaintance
Who begins that eyeball dance.

The person quickly turns away,
Intent on seeming busy;
And so you rack your brain,
Your thoughts creating quite a tizzy.

You try to recollect a name
And wonder at the snub.
You think you're innocent or are you?
Aye, that is the rub!

Perhaps it's nothing - someone
Doesn't feel like a hello.
Pretending not to see you
Seems to be the way to go.

But that is quite pathetic
Though, depending on your goal,
If you think you're invisible,
You do not fool a soul.

For all our eyes are well-equipped
With sideways-seeing vision;
Ignoring what we see, of course,
Is everyone's decision.

But do not think your getaway's
Been anything but lame,
'Cause you've been spotted, though of course
I'll join you in your game.