Stranger
August 2011 (10th Grade)

Sometimes your image flashes in my mind,
but I have no idea who you are.
Excuse me, Sir.
Do I know you?
The words "I love you" ring in my ears,
but how can you love someone you never met?
Pardon me, Mister.
Have I seen you before?
You have such a foreign face,
but that look in your eyes digs a deeper hole in my heart.
Memories scroll in my head like a screensaver,
but it seems like a lifetime ago those things happened.
Sometimes I forget your eye color or your birthday,
but in the end, you're nothing to me except a 
complete and total
Stranger.