Strangers

Strangers, like lovers,
Know nothing of love.
But we, like sparrows,
Thought we knew enough

Like birds, we sung
Our song and danced
On stars.

But we were not birds,
But children
With outstretched arms.

As I ran faster
Knowing my wings would never hold
Our fingers slipped

No longer interwined
No longer lovers
No longer birds
No songs
No love
I wait at the edge with outstretched hand

We are not strangers





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