Perfect stranger

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem from about 2002. It's about a relationship that completed its full circle, two people meeting as strangers and becoming strangers again.

Submitted: April 10, 2008

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Submitted: April 10, 2008

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At midnight I dreamt of your love,
By One we both knew.
At Two our love was a fountain of joy,
At Three we had our boy.
At four in unity we strained,
At five you were still mine.
At six we were tested with dark and grey,
At seven a gift in twin delight.
At eight we began to close the gate,
At nine I had a grip on you,
At ten It tightened, as fear set rot,
At eleven, the penny, I knew – dropped.
At Midday I cried about my loss,
At One I’m empty with numb.
At two you’re free from me,
At three we don’t know what will be.
At four I just miss you more,
At Five I’m distracted away.
At six your words are gold.
And one new day later,
You became a perfect stranger.


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