When did we become strangers?

Don’t know when

did we become strangers?

or why

or how?

All that is registered in my clouded memory

is the smile whithered,

the door shut,

and the memory of closeness

faded into the seven clouds.

Looking at the river,

running in slow motion,

taking with it particles of unspoken words.

Did you know,

the southern winds ripped off

every line I wrote for you

in anger,

in kindness and in desperation.

Now, we are so far away that the wind

cannot whisper our story

in time you reach your door

and close it to the words

which have traveled the seven seas

to reach you for the last time..

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