By a stranger
I thought he was a stranger
that in deed he was,
standing out in the rain
while screaming out her name.
He missed her yes she was her life
strangely enough I did not see him cry
because in his heart he knew
this was not happening this was not even true.
The stranger took in his hand
a picture of both together
as if she was not there while
she was only a few feets away.
He looked at the mirror
he saw a strange look
the eyes of hidden fear
maybe his heart was just blown.
Like dust from the floor left behind
smithered into a million pieces
wiped away by the gasp of his beloved,
hugged by the anger and love at the same time.
anger of not having her always by his side
joyful of knowing who she loves
anger because of all he hides
and at last happy because she is by he’s side!!!
I thought he was a stranger
that in deed he was,
standing out in the rain
while screaming out her name.
He missed her yes she was her life
strangely enough I did not see him cry
because in his heart he knew
this was not happening this was not even true.
The stranger took in his hand
a picture of both together
as if she was not there while
she was only a few feets away.
He looked at the mirror
he saw a strange look
the eyes of hidden fear
maybe his heart was just blown.
Like dust from the floor left behind
smithered into a million pieces
wiped away by the gasp of his beloved,
hugged by the anger and love at the same time.
anger of not having her always by his side
joyful of knowing who she loves
anger because of all he hides
and at last happy because she is by he’s side!!!