Strangers in the night

A flutter in once heart
A wave in another
causing ripples
in the stagnant river of life
In despair, they both meet
clinging to something
which momentarily exists.
A pain in once heart
A sorrow in another
colliding in the darkness
clutching the little fingers
only to let go
in the glory of the day.
A weakness in once heart
A vulnerability in another
slowly bandaging
the raw wounds
with their rendition
of the truth.
A wistfulness in once
A contempt in another
yet smiling
while walking
away from each other
fleeting the last glance
before turning
strangers
in the night.

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