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To begin with

break-upAs 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

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