The Stranger. Poem

We walked in the cold as the sun turned its back
One magpie looked on, flashing white, flashing black
Dim light up above where the sun had once shone
And memories of things that had been and then gone

The building was old, it had seen better days
But still stood up proud through the rain or sun rays
I flirted in shadows of my former self
Her trampled old heart on a dusty old shelf

And there in the window, a stranger I saw
I didn’t know where, but I’d seen her before
She wasn’t the same, she had changed in some way
But there I was seeing myself on that day

Author: halfthegirlblog

Poet, storyteller, songwriter, photographer, artist, lonely dreamer, despairing believer in God. I am trying to rebuild my life after some bad times and mental health issues.

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