Strangers Poem by heather skiles

I crave you morning, noon, and night. though I never see you anymore, its as though my love for you is growing stronger day by day. and I can't help but hate it! because all I can think about is how we use to spend so much time together always laughing, cuddling, talking I hate it! because even though my feelings for you have never changed, its as if you never knew me at all, every time I write to you no reply. your not the same person I fell involve with your a complete stranger. sad to say it but its true. but now I know I have to let you go because in the end we are Bothe just strangers.