Every time I look within
I recover a piece of you:
a smile that fits just right,
a love that is too big
for any one person to create,
two hands that feel like home.
You are a memory
that hasn’t taken place,
a promise, a gift, a mirror
perfectly imperfect.
Each day I find myself
knowing you, missing you,
and it’s as if you weren’t
a stranger at all.


8 thoughts on “Stranger

  1. Beautiful poet, your poem stirs my heart as I feel the longing for home with a perfect stranger.
    Sending you lots of love ❤️

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