Perfect Strangers

He woke up that morning

Not sure he even knew his name

A familiar stranger across from him

What had they become?

 

Such familiar faces, yet now, perfect strangers

Where did the life go, where is the fire?

All passion consumed by separate desire

Faded embers, a stark reminder

Of what once was,

maybe it could be again?

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