-strangers-

it is strange.

we are strange.

how can we be so completed by each other but then

suddenly feel nothing.

 

we turned into strangers.

i wonder

and wonder

where did our love go?

 

i wonder

and wonder

will you be able to find me in her?

 

will you be able to find me in another person? in a stranger.

 

i am a stranger.

you know nothing about me

i know nothing about you

this is how it is.

This poem is about: 
Me

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