what are the odds two strangers should meet

... and find that they weren't strangers at all?

the cheese is on me. 

but mainly your silence

day after day

all i dream about is

red strawberries

the old factory

and your silence

except for when we disagreed on something and your voice was racing against mine

raised above the music we were playing in the living room

the strawberries taste so real

it takes me hours to shake off the memory

i drift away in class, remembering that time

you held my hand and tried to brush a tear off

before it trickled down your cheek

i thought you were the strongest man i had ever known

yet it did not surprise me

when you told me i would be cruel to leave you on your own

even though you wouldn't be alone

and i knew what you meant but i disregarded it as egotism

i think about your carefully chosen words now and

i keep you on my mind

but i can only hope that..

what i mean to say is

i tell people about it

i tell them i have a father who builds his own machines

and grows the sweetest strawberries

your silence

i keep to myself.