Strangers

I think the aspect I am finding so difficult to come to terms with is that we are strangers now. I do not recognise this person standing before me. Not. At. All.

I find it difficult to even believe that we shared intimacies, thoughts, dreams, conversations, jokes...even food.

I find it sad that actual strangers in the street, the supermarket, the marketplace, get more positive eye contact and niceties than you and I give each other these days.

With you I am placing just one foot in front of the other on a daily basis. When I am out of the house and away my step is light and free, filled with assurance and confidence.

I don't know when we became strangers....and I think we've gone too far to become acquainted again, sadly.