Last night as I slept
you showed up
like a ghost
uninvited
with a sunburn
and a smile
and a piece of art
Everything about you
and that place
with the windows
and painted doors
was strange
and yet familiar
You didn’t understand
why I had to hide
but I had to
I had to
You couldn’t see
what isn’t yours
I’m not yours anymore
And today I cried
by surprise
because you were strange
and yet familiar
and the whole world
seems strange
and yet familiar
even me
1 comment:
There is something strange yet familiar about this poem. Seriously? I really like this, if it were on Facebook I would be a fan of it.
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