Hey, Stranger

If I could touch your words, they’d freeze my fingertips.

Your actions are that cold, cold winter that penetrates the bones.

I stand in a middle of a chaotic city, and it moves at the speed of light.

And you’re just another stranger passing by.

I don’t know you. 

 

©Ana P. Rose & Anaprose 2018.

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