until he left for someone new.
He thought he knew all of you,
so went looking for novelty.
Strangers when you first met
after twenty five years of marriage,
you parted,
strangers yet.
Our paths have crossed,
but you are cautious.
I am a stranger, will ever be,
for tomorrow I will be different
from the person that is today.
Knowledge gained tonight will be out of date
when we meet for dinner next week.
What do you seek to know of me,
when questions I ask of myself
I cannot answer?
My darling Stranger,
how much do you need to know,
before you will dare to love me?
