The Stranger

NOTE : I'm not a poet. Never really have been. But I wrote this a long time ago when my best friend and I came so close to not knowing each other anymore. We were fighting. I was hurt, but not ready to admit it. And I just wrote this down in ten minutes and saved it on blogger. Haven't posted some story on blogger for some time, so I've posted this today. Please share your feedbacks! :)



This is where we stand today,
Strangers on the cross-roads where we first met.
I would have had regrets,
But who hurts over the absence of a stranger?

But then I'm on my way again,
And I look back just once,
To see you looking back at me one last time,
Before you set out again.

And then the memories of that stranger I once knew,
Come back to me with every step I take,
Knowing that we're probably treading the same paths,
The ones we chose to walk together,
But the same ones that we aren't.

But I know better than to stop,
I know better than to hold on,
Because the roads are going to change,
The crossroads are going to come our way,
And once again I will see you,
And once again I will bid farewell to thee Stranger,
With a glance that ignites the memories,
The ignition of memories that cannot be forgotten.

For it doesn't matter how old we are,
For it doesn't matter where we are,
For I know that stranger standing at that cross-road.

And you are the stranger I've always known...