Strangers

We are strangers here,

living entangled here

within this monstrous house.

I don’t recognize your

footsteps as you blaze

your way through empty rooms

and you don’t know me anymore.

You don’t even see me standing here.

We are living with ghosts,

our silly versions of the past.

Our life made up of nothing but

misconceptions of the type of

Love we thought we had.

The air is pregnant, bursting with the questions

we can’t admit are there.

You hold me

and I laugh.

Another day that leaves us wanting.