Strangers…

will you know me when next we meet

will you look me in the eye and pass me by

will you remember any of the moments

the heated conversations

that started, ended and changed our view

we talked and talked

and then we had nothing to say

how strange that we ended things that way…

About Lulu

I enjoy the stillness, there is so much I feel in it.
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