8/30 Armed Stranger
Another scrolling Instagram inspired poem. My boyfriend was mad because I was posting about an EX after he told me to not give him the #timeofday ... he was too late. My pen had other ideas.... inspired by #darkroomstories
They came into my life
On a downbeat
With a drive that matched mine
The synergy so rare
That first night
We talked til 3a
All topics not off limits
They saw me
They understood me
They finished my sentences
We talked about forever
We talked about our goals
Passions and ambitions
We struggled to find time to commune together
That first train ride changed everything
I reached to hold their hand
They smiled a smile I never saw before
It had an innocent glimmer
Like "wow she chose me" little old me
That night we connected our spirits
After finishing our work of course
They never let me get distracted from my goals
They became my reward after I hit submit
It went so well
I visited them at all their shows
I cheered so loud
They could hear my support
My belief in their cause
My passion for their passion
Then they told me about her
Their painful past
Ugly divorce of passions
Of missions
Of tethered futures
I felt for them
They were gifted in touching my emotions
So deep
Unbeknownst to me
It was all a rouse
Now
They don't remember
The dark clouds we brought each other through
They don't remember
The songs they wrote about our amor
They don't remember
The struggle love
They don't remember
How the sound of their voice
Could pause my heart
Could excite my mind
They don't remember
The countless after 11 encounters
To supply their needs
To feed their itch
While on tour for generations
They don't remember
The secret video calls
They don't remember
Asking me to sing on their songs
But I wasn't ready
They don't remember
The joy we shared
when they reconnected with their birth family
They don't remember
Why is it so easy for them to forget
They don't remember
And now they are
An armed stranger
With all my secrets.
[7.apr.2020]
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