there was a time when

i knew your face better than my own,

each and every line and freckle

ingrained in my memory.

i used to see your smile 

swimming behind my eyelids at night

and wake up with your name 

on the tip of my tongue,

thinking i heard the sound 

of your voice. 

you were the main character 

in all of my dreams,

the featured face that stood out

and caught my eye.

being near you for a moment, 

even if it wasn’t real,

made your absence easier to bear.

but the echoes of your laughter 

would still haunt me when i awoke.

now, it seems like lifetimes 

since i last saw you.

i think, if i passed you on the street, 

your face would blend

in with all the other strangers.

that’s what we are now, isn’t it?

strangers?