Strangers

by Alison Warren

There is this small pain inside of my heart Dull and aching Sometimes sharp You were everything Until You were nothing All of those sleepless nights Did I miss the signs? When did you stop seeing me? We were strangers passing in the night Bunk mates Forced conversation Turning up the TV Rolling over Hoping you wouldn't try to kiss me Empty promises Worn on my finger Coated with diamonds No one suspected a thing We were happy once I think You were everything Until you made me feel like nothing