Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)

Stranger.

I never thought
Communication
Would sound
Like shouting.

I never thought
That it would
End like this:
Angrily.

Shouting and
Screaming
And crying
And weeping.

Then it dawned
On me.
I didn't know
You anymore.

That day,
There I saw you,
Standing there,
A stranger.

Just like
The day
That I
Met you.

A stranger.

Only this time it was sad.