Strangers


It’s not hard to become strangers 

It just takes time 


Two lifelong friends could spend a year in neighbouring cells

and come out as strangers 

When the only thing happened was time passed

And the looping tidal movements of our thoughts and opinions continued 


I was married to this person for 14 years 

Saw that face and heard that voice every day

And now she’s a stranger 


Look at your loved one 

The same could happen


Our relationships exist between us 

A fulcrum between two sticks

Attuned to a balance held by everything 


And it just takes something

For there to be nothing at all


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