STRANGERS  (USED TO BE)

We see each other

Across the way

But we are strangers.

Our eyes meet,

Look away,

Meet again

And you don’t know me

Anymore than I know you.

Mouths open to speak

But find nothing to say.

An uncomfortable encounter

Between old friends.

Awkward

When it used to be so easy

Knowing you

Befriending you

Loving you…

Used to be.

Why is it so hard now?

What made it change?

What makes it hurt?

Why is it that,

I see you now,

And you don’t know me

Anymore than I know you?

 

 

(December 28, 2002 – 7:13pm)

 

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