That Strangeness

we are layered with
years
like skins shedding off
and then
the new ones that
you see
smooth, young
supple

how many years?
we are silent still to
this strangeness

i wonder
how this love sees you
always
new to me
vibrant
illumined

shadow to my shadow
mist to my mountain

waves to my shore
soft breeze
constantly leaving and
coming

i shy away from
familiarity
i tiptoe
towards the door of
our memories

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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