The
stranger
Feeling
discomfort I turn
He was
there
smiling
as I expect -
colder
than the
womb of
the forzen sea,
'Do you
fear me?'
I keep
mum,
'There is
no shame' he assures -
I open my
eyes
to
memories recollected
in
celluloid frames,
I can see
my son holding on to his toys -
'He is
too young' I wail
'He will
grow his own way', He
cannot be
wrong, I know.
I rush
through the open door
Close the
windows
He waves
and fades -
'Just yet
again', I whimper,
recoil as
the stranger visits
another
home.
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