We lay side by side
hearts marching to same cadence.
Who is this stranger?
Conjuring you up
years later would prove one truth:
You wouldn't know me.
One Single Impression offers up The Stranger as its prompt this week. Once I got the young Billy Joel -- or was it the not-yet-old Billy Joel -- out of my head, these two arrived. Read what you want into the first.
As for the second, it will be exactly 22 years tomorrow that my father died. He was the ripe old age of 56. Although he could likely pick me out of a line-up based purely on looks, he wouldn't know me at all. Or at least I think that might be the case.
Now, go off and read the other poets at OSI.