Pluviophile

[21] - Strangers

[21] – Strangers

The boy and the girl stood on the balcony of the apartment

Quiet and silent,

Very unlike the lively night.

The boy held a cigarette in between his lips

As the girl continued to watch the city lights below.

“Do I really seem like I’m

‘Safe’ and ‘boring’?”

The boy puffed some smoke out of his mouth

And looked over at the girl.

He looked almost as if he was hurt.

As if he has expected the girl

To know better than that.

“I did say that I needed time

To figure out exactly who you are.”

The boy scooted over to the girl

And joined her in watching the city lights.

The wind whipped through their hair

But there was only peace on their minds.

“Are we still strangers?” The boy asked.

The girl gazed wistfully at the boy

Contemplating his simple question.

“I don’t know you yet.”

The boy looked down at the city cars going back and forth.

The skies were clear with wisps of clouds

Since the rain had finally stopped.

Tranquility was awoken as the boy’s surprisingly

Warm and gentle voice

Interrupted the serene silence.

“It’s actually funny then

Because I think you,

A stranger,

Knows me more than anyone I know.

Including myself.”