Strangers
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1 min readSep 21, 2020
poetry
Knowing and loving and growing
each day, the process painfully beautiful;
Those tear-jerking memories
Knock at my door tonight
As we passed by each other
Not even sparing a look
As if our looks would bring back those memories
Crush and thrash our defence and excuses;
Laughing , loving eons ago only to end up as strangers.
Are strangers all we ever will be?
