Strangers

*just posting this i realized with a start...this poem is over 10 years old...shit im getting old....

Strangers

It happened again . . .
You went and changed into two different men.
One I know, and one I don't.

Don't try to tell me, "It happens sometimes".
I'm not judging you for former crimes.
Just don't act like it's nothing.

I've been there before, and I think I deserve more.
I've looked at the face of love . . .
And felt overcome, with a force beyond myself.

I've looked upon that same face . . . turned into anger,
Turned into a stranger . . . You don't know him I tell myself.

One thing I know, is it's hard to change . . .
It's hard to win.
Then you went and made us strangers again.

Don't be afraid to love, I told myself.
People can change, with a little help.

Just pass me gun, or a knife, or a rope . . .
I'd rather die by my own hand,
Than to die by the hand of love without hope.

Everything's fine when the sun shines,
Then the rain comes down and winter sets in.

I can deal with the rain, it always passes,
then the sun comes out again.

But I can't deal with winter,
with coldness I can't win.

I need to know your there . . .

That there's a sign of summer somewhere.

That in the middle of the pouring rain,

you won't turn to ice.

Won't turn away. Will stay my friend.

God knows I don't want us to wind up . . . strangers again.


9/6/94