Here we are two strangers
Meeting for the hundredth time
Staring at each other
Through thick layers of grime
You remind me of a girl
I knew so long ago
Who vanished with the wind
To travel where it blows
Your eyes hold no reflection
Cadaverous and cold
The youth hidden by your face
Reminds me that I’m old
What name can I now give you?
Casual or not?
What flag to mark the past
Buried, left to rot?
Bookmarks