Strangers

We are strangers

You were born before I

Alone

In solitude

 

We did not share space

Then, and so it remained

You kept buying blocks

You wanted your island

You loved the loneliness of being lonely

 

Small talk does not exist here

Communication feels                                    unnecessary

Smiles a mere form of                                   formality

Hands raise                                                      for exercise

Paths cross                                                       when warranted

Observed                            celebrations celebrated

 

I no longer have that desire to know you

So we shall remain forever

Dwellers of single spaces

Extending both homes as we age

Building nurseries in backyards

Bearing fruits of space

Widening the area with its beautiful color of silence

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