Often we tell children not to speak to strangers
We hold that accountable in our mature lives
Passing the passerbys with a faint hello
Subtle smiles in coffeeshops
Where no one dares to go
Weaving the wonderful world wide web
Lush with poets and muses, and music too
Likes on statuses a passive aggressive sup'
Friends among friends, can see you as well
So we like our things, bemused in silence
A comment left, do you see me now?
A fondness grows through likes and things
Strangers or friends? As it may seem
So through a message a nightlong chat
Weve told some secrets, stored in our hearts
For when strangers come together
On likeness, life, hearbreak, and self
We are strangers no longer, stuck on a shelf
And so i urge you, to hear my plea
Think of these things when you go out to eat
A chance hello, how are you? we begrudgingly speak
May be the best for us... even you or me.
Though stranger it seems we have some common ground
No longer a stranger, but a friend now.

Yet again, you have left me.
Out in the cold, the sufferer of your ways
To punish or banish me
From your mind, as it lay
What binds you, to your silence they say
Is your pulse, fear as though it has it
And so here i am in the rain
Discarded like a lover lost
Through someone elses folly
Your soul keeps my demons warm
Stoking a fire of memories months old
And a body, oh so cold.

Im counting days on a calender since we've spoke.
Days of strength and possibility.
But today i broke, heavy is my heart with weight of you.
The taste of your lips and the touch of your hands that linger from 3 weeks past.
The what ifs and the whys all rolled into one big paranoia.
Cant mistake the beating heart that pulsed under my fingers; refrain.
Refrain for a simple indulgence that we both desire.
Fear binds you to a proper way long lost amongst many
That unmistakeable pounding of the heart like blood through the veins yields no relief from the inquisition of my mind.

Do you love me?
Could you love me?
Why am i here?
All questions remain just that. Empty and unfulfilled, like us that day.
How long can this go on, i do not know.

Ive tried to cover myself with people or things.
Trying to pass the time, where you would fade.
Some memories have, but not your smell or your hair, your pretty smile or your voice. Those are constant.

There are days when i can push you aside and decieve myself.
That i dont care and you dont matter.
But i find myself hoping you had a successful day, or that there might be a sighting from afar.

News that you were leaving left mixed emotions.
Good for him, he deserves that.
 Ill never see him again....
But if i never see him again??
Out of sight out of my mind used to be my motto, until you.

So i beg this question again:
How long can this go on?
Because it has been two years and my heart still aches for you.

Such a pity, to see such a beautiful vibrant animal in a shelter.
This one speaks to you, so wiggly and cute. Shame shes been here so long.
She chooses you, and you her.
How lucky you are, to have such a creature.
Whos loyalty is unsurpassed, even by its beauty.
You take care of her, and she soothes you.
Unconditional love they say.
She lays in your lap, content as you pat her head.
Theres a look in her eye.
She loves you, the feelings are mutual.
Bestfriend. Partner. Best describe this.
Routinely doling out love, theres that look again.
The one that unsettles you.
You speak kindly to her, she wiggles with excitment.
As you reach out to caress her, she snaps.
Quick and precise. With intent.
You stare silently, lost and confused - at the dog that bites.
Days go by, things are different.
You can never quite view her the same way as before.
Silence.
She comes to you, with that same bright look.
Full of love.
Shes crying now, crying out to you.
Its hard to hear with all the background noise.
But its there, as viscious as insults thrown your way.
You keep walking.
Out that door, of the same place where you had found her.
She was looking for a home, and had found it in you.

Some say you cant teach an old dog new tricks, some never try.

There is one person I'd eat in a second, and you are not him. So let sleeping dogs, lie.