a stranger again

 a stranger again

she is my tomorrow

i thought yesterday—

now i am her broken dream.

she is my brown-eyed follow

to the ends of the earth,

and here we stand at the cliff’s edge

wondering if one of us should jump,

or push the other.

she made everything ordinary bright.

now we are reversed,

unraveling backward:

from lovers,

to curious,

to hesitant,

newcomer,

Unknown.

our scars flinch and burn

with misread intentions.

we scratch at what we thought was there,

erasing the moments that brought us together.

i was her tomorrow

she thought today,

wondering how we found our way

back to before we met.

Robert Lloyd

10 Nov 2026