Memories With Strangers

My dream lived by others

I don’t know why there are only strangers left for me. But, of course, I know why I’m writing about these strangers.

I see from a certain distance an old man and an old woman sitting and hugging on a bench in the park I did not go close to see their faces willing to remain only with the diluted image of a hugging couple I knew that I see them for the last time I knew that sometime I will write a poem about two people I have never met Has been published in the book “Alignment of Thoughts” by the author, Mihai Brinas https://amzn.to/3Amh6Ow

my unknown fellows are events from somewhere else I did not care about my known fellows are events around me I rarely remember my bellowed ones are events from me I carry everywhere with the joy of the one always waiting for an anniversary with no greetings or flowers I have not offered flowers since I don’t think about the past since I’m dreaming in the present my dream lived by others Has been published in the book “Invitation to Poetry” by the author, Mihai Brinas https://amzn.to/3khXVzN