Strangers by Alley Franke

look at us now, strangers,
both casualties of Time
and i still have the route to your house
programmed in my bones

forever seems so attainable
when you’re young and indifferent

early mornings and late nights
singing to the radio
endless laughter and occasional tears
christmas presents and birthday wishes

nothing is infinite
(innately we thought some things might be)
how did our souls get caught
in the crossfire of progression?

lines drawn
two white flags raised
surrendering because no one could afford
any more devastation
and when the smoke cleared the war was over
but we had lost each other

some of our healed wounds
will always ache when it rains
and our hearts might grow heavy
when we remember our past

and what innocence felt like


Alley Franke
Alley Franke is a 19-year-old student at The College of New Jersey who loves coffee and poetry a little too much. She writes about love and lost love and everything in between.



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