Tried to edit with my phone and deleted entire poem lol :$Hello Stranger
Over thirty years we've been acquainted,
it seems I know you less and less,
when I think I've got to the heart of you
my opinion I'm compelled to redress.
***
An enigma within a conundrum,
a jigsaw puzzle without the final piece,
standing face to face in eyelock
my curiosity will not cease.
***
But to obsess on this quandary,
analyse every word and thought,
would be indulgence most folly
time lost that cant be bought.
***
So I'll cover ever mirror
with a cloth of darkest hue,
and let the stranger walk her path
and on her journey ,to herself be true.
by Barb