Strangers Poem by Kathy Lippard Cobb

I don't understand you;
I've given up trying.
You just walked away
and never looked back.

So many nights spent
wrapped in your arms,
whispering I love yous.
Was it a dream?

Now, it's as if,
we never were two,
never a couple,
no me and no you.

Two strangers, or worse,
intimate acquaintances,
who never speak or acknowledge
each other's existence.

I think strangers is better
than to love and forget,
or not even remember
enough to regret.