#PassingStrangers

I turned,
vision blurred,
from a nap too brief
and saw a face I once
called a man—
now a stranger.

The man who shattered me,
stood still,
silent.
We locked eyes like
nothing ever
changed,
though I’d buried every feeling,
like an unmarked grave.

Kanor
A name I heard,
now choked on silence,
never to pass
through the gates
of this heart again.

The tension
grew...