My Favorite Stranger

Are you ever taken back

To how we used to be?

Watching the mind’s

Old film reel; seeing us.

Joined at the hip,

We’d cross the city on foot

Without care.

Without purpose.

Enjoying the company of

Each other’s laughter.

But we don’t share anymore.

Buried in the past and although

The rift came for us,

Then after many unspoken years,

Stitches were sewn.

But we’re not the same

As we were.

Fondly remembered.

Yet, we’re two

Diverging strangers.