Familiar Strangers

I thought he was mine, and I his
He thought I was his, and he mine
I thought we could overcome
And live to tell the tale
Tell the tale of an enduring love
The tale of a patient love
I thought I could count the days
Count the hours down to the last minute
Instead, I watched the lamp fizzle
Losing its light with each passing day
Drifting us apart with each gust of wind
I watched the darkness seeping in
And felt the cold that came along with it
And with that we grew into strangers
Slowly knowing less and less of each other
Until I knew that he was not mine, and I was not his
Until he knew that I was not his, and he was not mine