Familiar Strangers

lovers1-by-jarek-puczel

We used to sit on the hood of your car

And talk about everything and nothing

Your fingers, almost touching mine

Silently asking permission for our lips to touch

 

The kisses and rants, a never ceasing trail

Glorified with the drapings of love and awe

Each one sweeter and deeper than the last,

My personal dose of rainbow and sunshine

 

A pang of tragic dwells in my heart

A silent reminder for what I lost

Memories marred by love blighted

All gone, now familiar strangers we are!

 

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