is still
but soon will drift
(the years, the days,
the hours)
to somewhere else
and so much would have been lost
the moment we decide
not to be strangers
anymore.
By then I would have gone
or you, yes, why not you?
and all we--you, and I--
will be left with
are shadows
digging in agony
for that place in our minds
where we are not
strangers.
nice poem, SquiRt. i like to be in that place too... where people are not strangers. heh.
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