Strange

A face blows across the wind,
I feel a little strange.
Now I know well, what I hardly knew,
Strange that I believed.
A never ending conversation just ends,
I wonder why it feels strange.
The touch sends my body into heat,
A strange sensation, I have always longed.
The wet lips sustain me,
How strange, I used to be alive.
A fond memory I wish I had skipped,
Strange as it may seem.
A thrown word hits my face,
Strange, I am in pain.
The picture fades away, in the distance,
Its strange, im not blind yet.
In the end, it dosent matter,
Ever wondered, why is it so strange?