Hey familiar strangers
Somewhat wrong and somewhat right
Treacherously beautiful and recklessly ambitious
It’s been too long
Your hearts, once mine
Thrown to the stormy winds.
I know you not,
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What do you do think will happen
When you know you have forgotten what your heart swore it would remember
As life becomes a big black pick-up truck, yet you cannot drive by the countryside
Instead, you’re stuck in city traffic.
When you’re like the hookers who make love for a penny or two
As you cuss on Monday, but pray on Sunday
When your body is not yours
For it holds too many untold stories and chronic diseases
You see through a drained tea- strainer
And all that is left are blanched tea-leaves of that thing you once called hope.
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Like a torrential downpour
of untamed emotions
and unmasked faces
So her hair falls.
in her heart
Like the rise of a tsunami
in the distance.