We Aren’t Strangers Anymore

Poetry May 25, 2021

I glimpse recognition in your smile
A lovely sight in this your slum
I come here to talk to strangers
And sadly friends we have become

You listen well, and feed me stories
Quench my thirst and still my hunger
Fill the void and end my worries
I have to leave soon, not much longer

I can't allow myself to get all cozy
With friends in these high places
I come here to feel all lousy
Regret the hours that I wasted

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Lars Londerre

I write whenever the mood strikes or strokes. Things get weird sometimes, but then that's why you're here.