Strangers
We found each other in the dark
I wanted to start over
Like an empty canvas
And you the artist
You were suppose to finish my story
But you left me in silence
You would say
A little longer
You would stay
Instead you were the wind
And my voice grew hoarse from calling your name
Where did you go?
Christopher
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