We've never met
No, not even once
I've heard your tales
I wonder if you've heard mine.
Distance separates us
Your absence is heavy
They've hid you for long enough
But now the light shines on you.
Will you greet me with open arms,
or a confused crease?
Will you approach me timidly,
or shy away with retreat?
Will you ask me my name,
or tell me to go away?
Will you remember me when I'm gone,
or forget me the next day?
YOU ARE READING
Known Strangers
PoetryEver had a family member, of whom you've heard a lot, but never met, not that you don't wanna see her...but because she's admitted in a mental asylum...I speak from experience...
