You, Stranger (II)

 

I love you more than anything

You, stranger, you just passed by me

Engulfed by grief, engulfed by loss,

You, stranger who are never free.

 

I love you more than anything

You shadow laying on the wall

Your shape is dark as his hair was

Your dress resembling a pall.

 

Are you the shadow of the stranger,

The one who I just passed today?

Are you his soul immersed in sorrow,

Or just a simple god of clay?

 

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