He said it’s comfort that keeps us together,
Nothing more.

And he laughs at my jokes and puts on a face,
He dances wisdom filled words on his tongue.
But he has no room for true love.
No, there is not a single space,
That is left in his body to feel the magic,
Only comfortable awareness
And all things tragic.

I told you I loved you
and you said it was not true.
That we were merely “strangers,
how could you? “

Yet, my memory dances
With all our time,
for the past 2 years,
I thought things were fine...
That you just needed some time.
But in your eyes,
We were just strangers.