Mostly Stranger (Poetry)

There have been times I think
I’ve caught a glimpse of something —
just a fleeting hint
of otherness — an angle of the head
a sly glint in the eye
a tone of voice maybe
or an unfamiliar sigh
that’s stopped me short
and made me question if I know
the girl you really are.

There have been moments — brief
when the shifting light allowed me
to see what’s underneath
and I did a double-take
sure there must be some mistake —
had my senses played me wrong
or was I so easy to beguile
with your sweet and easy smile? —

I fear you’re mostly stranger now
just stringing me along.