stranger
a stranger I know
a stranger I know better
better than I know myself
a stranger I see everywhere
a stranger I see in the meekness of sunrise
a stranger I see in the majesty of sunset
a stranger's laugh I hear when the room falls silent
a stranger's voice I hear when I close my eyes
a stranger's presence I feel brushing over the empty passenger seat
a stranger's tear I wipe away with my eyes closed
a stranger's face I look for in a room full of faces
a stranger's hair I feel on my barren face
a stranger's face I trace in my dreams
a stranger I know better than myself
I don't think I'll ever understand life. Grief as the price we pay for love seems quite sad to me. Remembering someone longer than you've known them sinks my heart. A lesson lived everyday trust me I've seen the depths of hell. A healing journey feels endless, never linear, but a shit ton of concentric circles with a shit ton of hurdles along every goddamned path. At times it doesn't feel like healing, but a rebirth full of memories from a previous life. I try to remember to forget but my mind wanders, knot in throat thinking about the journey that brought me here. Try to convince myself to hate them, slowly learning hate is the strongest form of love. Thing is the one person you desperately try to forget is the one person you really can't forget.
