Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Differeent, a poem


You are different
but it would be easy
to fall in love again.
I, too, am different.

We could be strangers, learning
each other all over, comparing
each other to those half-
forgotten lovers we were.

Let me call you, sometime,
and we can get together.
Your number has changed, too,
hasn’t it? Yes, sometime.

You are different.
Everything is different.

Stephen Brooke ©2016

Nothing special. I jotted most of this down on scrap paper last night after I had turned the computers off.  I admit that the germ of the idea came from someone's post on Tumblr a day or two ago. In a sense, a sort of a very short story, isn't it? It's anyone's guess how it ends!

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