Finally Strangers

A poem by Eugene Goldin

We stood there transfixed,

remained there

held there

isolates

eye to eye

one time co-conspirators.

but spoke of nothing

and made no move

to spill the moment

onto the next,

where we

mercifully, finally strangers

slipped under separate oceans.


Eugene Goldin is a poet living in New York. In his life, he has worked in supermarkets, universities and yoga studios. His poetry has appeared in various literary journals and reviews including: Poetry Quarterly, The American Aesthetic, and Aji Magazine.
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