And just like that we were strangers
Strangers with memories so fimilar they woke us up in the middle of the night,
Flashbacks we couldn't fight.
But time and distance are cruel things you see,
They make us believe that what was once a reality
Could never again be.
But a part of me still looks for you in my favorite books
Between the lines like you always told me to read.
In the colors that light up the sky at 12 am
Reminding me of the spark that died a little too soon,
And a little too fast.
So dear little stranger I hope you remember me,
When the night goes dark and the fireworks are all you can see. 🎆
YOU ARE READING
Mind & Musing
PoetryWhat I love about poetry is how every reader makes sense of it differently, in a way that it's almost personal to them. Here's series of poems written by Me. But I'm hoping you find your story in them too. 🥀
