Strangers.

Strangers
through tender sighs,
through innocent, uncertain eyes.
We speak,
silence is all,
numb and searching we wait
for the call.

Strangers
Not a strange place to begin,
but the last place we should end.
Strangers still-
each knowing the hollow sound
of love lost and found

Strangers
The word melting through our brains,
each living in his own prison chains.

Strangers
Just for today,
just until the hurt goes away.

Thank you for reading 🙂

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