Seeing strangers.

When you trace it all back to the mis-steps

The mistakes,  the missed steps. Shaking,  the tears fall, but they drop quietly

Gentler reincarnations of the violent storms they used to be.

Seeing strangers in the people you once loved – hell – admit it – the people you still love. 

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