Becoming Strangers

I just can’t be unknowing

with invisible yet showing

red flags and dangers

if we became strangers.

The thrill of that first touch

can’t really mean much.

Fumbling to discover

old habits, they never renew

We once knew each other.

When sweet nothings you whisper

my mind starts to slide a zipper.

It feels sort of, kind of tragic

there’s this shelf life to magic.

Smooth moves, hot knife to butter

they no more set heart aflutter.

I’m too much in the know,

you cannot set me aglow.

Is there potential to renew,

now that you’re stranger?

I fall back to remember,

the You I once so knew.

Just knowing what I know

it’s best just letting you go.

It’s closure, an epilog,

Or...

... should I be the dog,

that proverbial one in the manger?