Random Writing

stranger.

no longer do i startle at the sight of some

stranger who stole your jawline,

your black hair,

and how you rub your nose and sigh

when a thought takes form.

afterall you are not

so different –

just the outline that makes them

familiar, is all.

now i smile at your disappearing form

now i take a two

second glance at their backs;

it is easy

to fall in love with a stranger.

funny, the way people turn

out.

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