Stranger Things

Meet we ever after, Strangers,
Tokens of a time and place;
Souvenirs in silver packages,
At last I see your face.

By now I've drifted onward,
Floated past your pin-up girls;
Saw your face in crowds so many times,
And sailed around your world.

Aging dreams stacked on my shelf,
I relished all the dangers;
And planned the day might it ever come,
That we meet ever after, Strangers.

Copyright Kristin McKenna Clouse 2005

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