i miss being a
stranger.
I remember when
you' d treat me like I was a stranger.
Someone who was just entering your life.
You wanted to impress me --
and you did,
but now i miss the way you showed me the back
of your teeth in a smile when I did nothing at all
The urgency to talk,
to update and tell all of your secrets
disappear as I stay longer in your life.
It's easier to trust a stranger --
someone who doesn't know you.
You can spill all of your feelings because
you may never see them again.
I know that I like being by your side,
but what I'd give to be
a stranger for the rest of our lives.
J.L.