You speak to me
As a stranger now
Someone who you don’t know
A person you just met

And I see you differently
A foreign being
You ricochet off my circle
There is zero feeling
when I see your face
But your voice
It still makes me cringe
Hearing it puts me on alert

Recalling—
Condescension that you used
Words like blades in my back
Slicing into my soul

Remembering—
But your capacity to *******
is no longer there

Ironic laughter fills my mind
As I watch you drift by
Like another stranger
Wandering on the street