Week #28: Strangers When We Meet
It was a cancer eating you up from the inside, a black blight on your memory. Your tears and regrets flooded your dreams. I saw them but let you drown until morning and sweat-drenched sheets pulled you back. No peachy prayers to bewilder or console you.
You wrote, bittersweet tales of adventure, and purged until you were empty, a blank slate awaiting a new story. And I was dead to you as you were dead to me.
But for every death, a rebirth. And when we meet again, we will be strangers and possibilities, and for that I am thankful.
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Author's Note:
This one's pretty...blah. I had nothing. At least it's done. Moving on...
Disclaimer: Labyrinth (c) Henson & Co; Strangers When We Meet (c) David Bowie
Thanks for reading! Relevant lyrics for Strangers When We Meet:
No peachy prayers
No trendy rechauffé
I'm with you
So I can't go on
All my violence
Raining tears upon the sheet
I'm bewildered/resentful
For we're strangers when we meet
Blank screen TV
Preening ourselves in the snow
Forget my name
But I'm over you
Cold tired fingers
Tapping out your memories
Halfway sadness
Dazzled by the new
Steely resolve
Is falling from me
My poor soul
All bruised passivity
All your regrets
Ride rough-shod over me
I'm so glad
That we're strangers when we meet
I'm so thankful
That we're strangers when we meet
I'm in clover
For we're strangers when we meet
Heel head over
But we're strangers when we meet
