Cara Divelbiss
Dear Stranger
Are you real or just a memory?
Through distance and time, it is impossible to say.
I hate you; I’m afraid.
Is it me? Or did you make me this way?
Your face is now so unfamiliar; it saddens me to say,
Meaning has no meaning.
Do you remember?
Remember the little tutu-ed little girl
With eagerness to prove her love and eyes so thirsty for yours,
Wondering if love exists in your world.
Love is forever; love is infinite.
Is this something that you know?
I remember, I do.
Because she is me, and he is you.
I never realized but, upon my aging, discovered
You are the reason I never really knew
Assurance and confidence with men.
Ah ha! It all makes sense now.
You were around but never really there.
It all seems quite backwards if you ask me.
Hero to ZERO, is that how you’re going to be?
Are you real? Do you exist?
Or are you just a memory?
A picture is what I’ll cherish always
Of our lives before.
I’ve never loved someone that I hated so.
You’re everywhere I look and everywhere I go.
You’ll never read this confession of my feelings.
Dear Stranger,
You’ll never know.