The Stranger

At the age of twenty-five,
She walks along a familiar path,
Home from her boring job,
Back to her boring house,
With the rainy weather mimicking her feelings.

The old days of fun are long gone,
Friends of old are long forgotten,
Yet, as she reminisces about the past,
A hooded man approaches her,
Claiming to be one such friend.

She denies it vehemently,
This man is bearded and broken,
And there was no glow in his eyes,
She knew no one of the like,
Never had and never will.

You are a stranger, she said defiantly,
Leave me alone, never bother me again,
And with that, she went home,
Leaving the stranger outside in the lashing rain,
In a state of utter shock...

As well as feeling very hurt,
Because he was no stranger, he had been honest,
They had been good friends once upon a time,
But a combination of unfortunate circumstances,
Meant he had lost contact with her...

When he didn't really want to,
And as the stranger stood alone in the pouring rain,
Head bowed, heart broken,
He too reminisced about things long gone,
While marvelling at how things change so quickly.