Hazy Strangers

I hate how a stop sign

can stop a car

but I am still

left here thinking.

Well I mean your smile

can stop my heart

but my thoughts

keep thinking about you.

If poetry turns out

to be all I had,

is it really

that bad?

At least my sentiments

are all clutched

in a bag,

at least my sentiments

aren’t playing tag.

If love turns out

to be all I had,

is it really

that bad?

Would I be the ocean

or the snag?

Would I be in motion

or fall in the lag?

If poetry turns out

to be all I had…

If poetry turns out

to be all I had…

May be, I wouldn’t

need you as bad.

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