Strangers Again
And when the day comes, when
Realization hits you like a soft punch in the face
Oneiromancy; maybe we said sorry on another plane
Never pacifying this unknown feeling
Dearth of evidence that we really were something
Excluding those chaotic, confusing, and cryptic signals you sent
Nocuous flags shaded red kept on flashing;
I should not have met you again.
Elegiac letters I write and cry to myself, all about you
Losing control of my eyelids, using up all my tissues
Loathing myself and then everyone around me
Ends with us, being strangers again, and hopefully, I’ll be free.
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