[Askoga]: 89.Poetry.Stranger

Stranger,
You are like a person I once knew.
But you step lighter
Than he ever would do.

You are friendly,
So nice to me.
I enjoy talking with you.
You are sweet indeed.

I talk to you more,
You seem just like him,
You smile just right,
Or you laugh much like him.

You speak not his name,
Nor talk of his deeds,
But I know just the same,
You have met him indeed.

And as our talk ends,
You tell me your name,
My breath is cut short,
Your names are the same!

I call you to come back,
But you soon disappear.
I call once again,
But you are now nowhere near.

I know he is dead,
But you should prove he is not.
I start walking again,
And ponder this thought.

And yet you are different,
You can not be him,
He wouldn’t have left,
When it was grown dim.

I get to my door,
And you are there,
Laughing and prancing,
Quite unlike my dear.

What an odd little joke
For you to play,
We then go inside,
And you begin to explain.

You are he,
You didn’t die in the war.
I thought that you had,
And I cried so much more.