familiar stranger

Familiar stranger

I sat on the grass doing my history

I start to think of my past

Covered in fog, shrouded in mystery

I have no memories of who i was before

I refuse to recall

For it felt like cutting out an old sore

Clouds covered the sky, ready to rain

The clouds burst open with a thundering “crack!”

The coolness soothing my pain

I ran inside the house

Went to sit by the window looking out

Keeping quiet as a mouse

They say my dad was the park ranger

I look up, out the window

That’s when I saw him, the familiar stranger.

Young Poet