Strange Meets Strange


I remember her like autumn leaves
A puzzle piece
That did not fit
In the glaring California sun

Otherworldly
Idiosyncrasy

Truly on the fringe
Of my small reality

Prone to pretty tears
Determined
Gentle
Whimsical

An enigma to me
And yet I felt
That she was just as scared
Just as confused

Together we made an odd
Juxtaposition
Strange meets strange

But looking back
With the wind of nostalgia
A breeze on this night

I wish I had asked her secrets

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