Away with Words

Poetry and prose. I'm trying.

begin, end, repeat

we’re always strangers when it starts
when arrows pierce our waiting hearts
we played our roles upon the stage
and thus this love belies our age
our whole is greater than its parts

we’re always strangers once it ends
these bodies held together friends
we loved as much as strangers could
and lived as much as lovers should
without regrets our love transcends