Back to strangers

I walked by a stranger today

the only strange thing

is I knew his birthday.

I knew his favourite food,

the colour he loved,

the scent he adored,

the flavours he devoured.

All I didn’t know

was when we reached this stage

on this path, standing so near,

yet feeling restricted

by an invisible cage.

I kept all his secrets

hidden in the back of my mind,

Completing his sentences, making sense of the

words he couldn’t really find.

Then today,

I wonder what had changed

Was it our stars that I thought were perfectly

arranged?

I still wanted to listen with all my heart,

only to realise

it was getting broken like glass.

I observed how he learned to keep them hidden,

how he didn’t feel the urge to tell me

and let me in.

It wasn’t just stupid secrets

it’s what made us special.

And now, with them gone,

we’re back to strangers.