Strangers In a room full of strangers, we walk passed each other as if were strangers too. As if I never met u, held u, kissed u, loved u. As if we were never at our moments of intense intimacy one soul. U refuse to acknowledge my presence as I walk passed you and my very familiar sent lingers, the very sent you use to inhale when u held me close. U refuse to make eye contact to these same eyes u would stare into for hours while tangled into each other running your fingers thru my hair. U refuse to feel any emotion in fear of being noticed, in fear of maybe just maybe the possibility I see it in your eyes from across the room. U get lost in the crowd full of strangers just to remind me we are now nothing but strangers in the same room.
Laurence DeLuca
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