The Stranger Poem by Richard Theze

The unexpected is always upon us,
Life changes, takes what’s precious.
And so, we begin again,
Turn, embrace the rain,
Miss the sun, hope vainly that it can return,
Feel the void that is left, and yearn
For that which is lost
To my cost
And theirs.
Now, acrimony ensnares
Old memories.
Boundaries
Have been built,
Fault
Established.
And all, that once was unacknowledged
Like crystal,
Clear and tonal,
Reflects now, in different light,
That, which with weary hindsight
Was always true,
I never knew the real you.