Strangers

  Sunblasts phantomsof the night shades ofyester year. Travelling totravelling from; sky so blueit hurts my eyes. We are strangers,once so close close as love birds,story tells that one dies withoutthe other but that’s not true. I’m here,swayingto palm music while you succumbbeneath ordinary life. Timeis noton our side & all the clichésin- between gather forceto haunt me. Travelling totravelling from we arenothing but, strangers.