Poetry

I find myself staring at you,
the man I used to know,
the man that knew me;
My every hope,
my dreams,
every hidden secret that was me.
You, the one I loved
the one that claimed to love me.
 
Disconcerting I stand
perplexed by the notion
that I'm staring into a strangers eyes,
naked and exposed-
unarmed by the trust I placed in you.