Strangers

There are strangers in the beginning:
those who untuck the neatness from your edges,
propel
you forward into the warmth
reminiscent of an old friend’s
familiar grip.
Then, there are strangers at the end:
those silhouettes of a person
gutted
from the presence of your life,
who took the tucked away parts of yourself
with them.

— Charlotte Spires
(via)

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