Strange Days

A poem about seeing someone you knew so well and then realising they're a stranger now

If you had one day told them

That in the not too distant future

They would be strangers in a crowd
Your words would have been met with contempt
The thought inconceivable as there was no cause for concern

The party is in full swing
And in walks that person that was once
Your closest companion
What do you do now?
Panic?
Hope they don't see you?
Avoid them all night?
Surely that's too difficult
An awkward "Hi" will suffice

You'll spend your time wondering how you got here
Asking where did it all go wrong?
They're now a stranger
Just another face in the crowd