Fleeting Feelings. Concrete Words.

Familiar Strangers

Butterfly breakfasts on the tips of flowers

Gloomy clouds hang on delicate tree tops

The winter breeze whispers little stories

Of late night word vomiting between familiar strangers

Rum on my lips and brandy on yours

Secrets shared in the centre of an old bar

Notes on stained tissue paper

And looks exchanged with words we left unsaid

I spoke a language your soul understood

And you brought a comfort that I couldn’t ignore

Lingering questions on our minds

How did we understand with such ease?

The demons that we both have carried separately

When did I become so sure of what I know?

The pressure that wasted time carries

The burdens that slow healing can bring

You told me secrets of a childhood tainted

I spoke of peace, the kind you’d forgotten

Unsurety in your voice, certainty in mine

You, ever unready to admit you need a hand to hold

Carrying weights too heavy for you to let go

An Earth waiting to be watered

Parched for the feeling of something soulfully familiar

Just two strangers, two glasses, two stories

But one connection, one understanding, infinite maybes… Could bes… If onlys.  

-Dilz-