Before We Were Strangers Again
We used to know each other in ways that only our quiet glances and midnight conversations could explain. There was a time when your name felt like home... before you become a distant echo in a place I no longer visit.
The last time we spoke, it wasn't a goodbye. It wasn't even a proper ending. It was just a silence that grew too loud to ignore, and space that stretched too far to cross. I wish I had known back then that it was your quiet way of asking me to just let our past go.
I could still see your face in passing moments...
In the crowded mall we used to go to..
In songs we used to sing..
In strangers who smile like you did...
And I wonder...
Do you ever think of me too?
Do you remember who we were before it all ended?
Before we were strangers again?
