A beautiful stranger
I only know his name
A face I see through colors
Pixels as you may frame
A diary he was
A diary I wished he remained
But for how long could my stupidity
My silly thoughts
Could he absorb
Could he claim
Unfair on his existence
When my life I shared
Like a note
Like he cared
But Selfish would be me
To continue and unfold
My thoughts not articulated
As the beauty he sews
Brings the best in me
My worst my own
I may need you
I may crave
You aren’t my expectation
You aren’t my claim
You are my gift
You aren’t my golden cage
I miss you as I write
But have to let you go
My beautiful stranger
I have a story untold
My gold my coal
I wrap as my own. . .
So I walk away like sand that blew
I walk away with memories of you…
deepsoulwaters 