As strangers we began
Then acquaintances we became
Then friends we were
To round back to being strangers
What did I do to you?
I know I didn’t do anything wrong
I acted as I always acted
I smiled like I always smiled
I talked like I always talked
Yet, now you change toward me
But I suspect why
Did you love me till the point you wanted more?
Were you hoping for a passionate night in the hay?
I am sorry, you were disappointed
But if this was the case, I totally understand
For when we can’t have what we want
We chase it away like it never existed
The truth is now factored in
I will keep my distance
For I can’t give you what you want
I will never be able to
But I can give you your distance
You said I am too much of an attraction
That I am too attachable
So I’ll be gone, estranged!
I’ll be gone like the wind blowing west
Cherishing the memory of our friendship
And praying that GOD bless you well
For after all, we were nothing, but strangers to begin with
Claire Bijou, Port-au-Prince 12/4/2014
Note: Claire Bijou is poet and essayist. She lives and works in suburban Port-au-Prince. You can read part of her collection by going to our section: Poetry and Literature
