I miss being a stranger

 

I remember when

you'd treat me like I was a stranger.

Someone who was just entering your life.

You wanted to impress me --

and you did,

but now I miss the way you showed me the back

of your teeth in a smile when I did nothing at all.

The urgency to talk,

to update and tell all of your secrets

disappear as I stay longer in your life.

It's easier to trust a stranger --

someone who doesn't know you.

You can spill all of your feelings because

you may never see them again.

I know that I like being by your side,

but what I'd give to be

a stranger for the rest of our lives.

 

AK