I thought it'd be fulfilling
Seeing you again
But seeing you, was like seeing a stranger
And sadly not refreshing
I never realized how little about you I knew
Those stories I was told, were they even true?
But seeing you, was like seeing a stranger
Sad and a little blue
I should know these things about you
Your likes and dislikes, too
But seeing you, was like seeing a stranger
Our conversation was long and overdue
I should be happy to be able to share those words with you
But I barely spoke
And you barely listened
But seeing you, was like seeing a stranger
We were just waiting for our meeting, however brief it was, to be finished
I should be longing for a longer time together
But our hearts were no longer tethered
Because seeing you, was like seeing a stranger
The atmosphere so tense and weathered
And yes, I will admit it
I love you all the same
But seeing you, was like seeing a stranger
Related by blood, but detached with love
Together filled to the brim with shame
All the while sharing the blame
~Madison
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." ~Robert Frost ~~~~~~~~ This book consists of my innermost thoughts-turned-poems that I have had cooped up in my mind. But, just as a note, the subjects of my poems ar...
