Tell me it’s not me
Causing these changes that I see
Your eyes look through me
In a way they never have
The way a stranger’s might.
Your words and voice are different
So little to say, it seems
And when words do come
They’re thrown like darts
That hit their mark in this hurting heart.
Once a lover
Now a stranger.
Once a friend
Now a stranger.
Love not for me
But for a stranger.
poignant read
Never Stop writing!!
m
Regis
budd
Ron