“Strangers” — Emily Curry ’15

Searching, searching, searching.
Trying to find the words to
describe how I feel.

 

The words I find flow through your brain.
Not stopping to be understood but rather
searching for a new destination.

 

Will things ever be the same or
will we always be searching to
find the right things to say?

 

Or will we finally begin to understand
and no longer be strangers
but happy hand in hand?

 

I hope it be the latter
for my hand fits to thine
as a puzzle fits inline.

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