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I am not a poet, and I know it. This weird (artistic?) detour has been a freeing way of expressing things not as easily shared in a straightforward manner. Cut to “The Stranger.” It is an attempt at aligning personal thoughts in a somewhat poetic form. I went back and forth about doing an introduction. Sometimes it is better to some things unsaid, though. 👀 So, without further ado, here is “The Stranger.”Never thought there would be day
When we were strangers
When all your stories were about
Someone I’ve never met
Never thought you would be making new memories
And none of them would include me
Our inside jokes are dead and buried
In fact, it seems you barely know me
Yes, it stings
There are so many things
But you never ask about them
It’s no secret or mystery
All you would have had to do is ask
You never do
You’re a perfect stranger
But you were once my closest friend
Were were confidants, the keeper of secrets
There were few things we held back
Now that’s someone else’s privilege
And there’s no getting mine back
You’re a perfect stranger
There’s no danger in my admitting
I have no regrets
I earned this spot by
Trying to protect you
Maybe someday you’ll understand
I doubt it
Everything in your life has changed
Mine remains almost the exact same
I don’t leave the house
Or have any friends
The people I grew up with
Left a brick wall of desertion
It was initially hard to see
From the distance you
Announced leaving me
You’re a perfect stranger
It’s hard to remember
This is not how things used to be
(Were supposed to be)
It’s a distant memory for everyone except me
I remember laughs and inside jokes
Bonding over being broke
There’s none of that now
Maybe you’re not the stranger
Maybe that’s me
Do you ever feel as empty
As you’ve made me?
It’s hollow and I try not to wallow
But it’s hard
There’s a difference
Between alone and lonely
At least, I know I’ve tried
He always wants to be my side
We may not have many adventures
But he’s not a stranger
He comforts without question
And follows up non-stop
He’s no stranger
This is a first, although it may just as easily be the last or a continuing creative outlet. For some reason, writing about experiences in this vein is easier than in a more traditional fashion. Please let me know your thoughts (good or bad) below.
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