Strangers in the Night I met her on Saturday, and that night we kissed, and the following evening we were out walking. Innocently, trying to keep pace without mutual rhythm. I reached down to take her hand, to hold it, and she pulled away abruptly. There was no extension of her self that she would extend to me. We were strangers. The night before was imagined; I played make-believe with a shadow.  ¶ 9:56 PM