Strangers

by Megan Aries - Not entered

Did I hear you calling my name?
Or is it just my imagination?
You always said that I have a
tendency to overreact. Wine and
benadryl make my mind heavy with
questions that I don't even want
to know the anwsers to anymore.
Truth is, I loved you. ED! Not 
the horse, not the mailman, but
the past tense. I am still patting
myself on the back for getting on 
that plane, first class, no less,
and getting the fuck away from you.
I have to keep reminding myself
that we were strangers for many
years, and now we are strangers
once more.

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1999-01-18 21:05:28
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:50
Poem ID: 51554

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