Strangers

I truly don’t understand something.

How can some one,

Anyone

Look at someone,

This person who may have been their

Bestfriend,

Boyfriend,

Girlfriend,

Brother,

Sister,

Or someone they knew and cherished,

But look at them,

Treat them,

Like strangers…

How can you go from,

I’d do anything for you,

To

I don’t know you anymore

OR

I just don’t want to…

To say,

You mean nothing to me.

Even if you meant the world to them at one point.

Now you are strangers.

You share nothing more than simple memories,

Even if those hurt,

Even if you want to do something about it,

They DON’T care…

You are strangers.

You can’t call them to say hey,

No.

Instead,

You pass them in the halls,

And for a moment,

Memories flash through your head.

But you don’t say or do anything.

You act like it doesn’t tear at your heart

Or pull you limb for limb.

No.

Instead you plaster on the fake smile or neutral look

And keep walking.

Eventually, you too

Will stop caring.

Eventually they mean nothing to you.

Occasionally though,

It may strike a nerve or two,

Make you feel restless or overwhelmed,

Make you want to curl up and cry.

But for now,

You keep on marching through the day.

You get over them eventually,

Maybe you’ll look back at your memories,

Smile at the good,

Frown at the bad.

Maybe you’ll even wish you could go back.

But,

The hard truth is,

You are strangers,

Who share memories of a time when things were good.

For this is the sad truth of the world,

We create strangers out of the people meant the most to us.

It’s something I wish we could change,

But it’s something I’ll never understand.

Why must we create strangers out of those we never wanted to let go of.

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