Strangers Come and Strangers Go . . .
strangers come and strangers go
what is a stranger I will never know
is it a friend?
recognizable but distant
smiling with arms crossed
nodding with eyes turning away
fumbling with an iPhone
scanning the horizons
alarms ringing
propriety served . . .
strangers come and strangers go
what is a stranger I will never know
is it a lover?
hearing without listening
to thoughts
disclosing without sharing
pain
touching but not feeling
emptiness
Perhaps . . .
maybe just maybe
I am the stranger that comes and goes
who I am nobody knows
I could be smart as some but dumb as others
I could cry for justice sitting on the couch
gelatinous
for down is up
and up is down
google but please don’t bing
Or . . .
you can look it up
in many books, some movies,
and a few well thought out greeting cards
amidst all these strangers that come and go
who they are nobody knows
a speculation
a guesstimate if you will
emerges
in this jungle of strangers
viewed as
some being friends, a few being lovers
we still don’t know
who these strangers are that come and go
because
we are still alone
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