strange(r)

dear stranger,

since eternity, your name has been tagged
not with value but with warning;

apprehension, threat and peril are words
it has become synonymous with;

a vehement no said by my conscience and
protective glares from my parents are ubiquitous;

yet,
there’s something terribly curious about you.

dear stranger,

why is it that when i speak to you,
my heart’s at ease and and my mind speaks free;

why is it that when i pour my heart out,
i feel no guilt nor a fear of judgement;

why is it that when we converse recurrently,
i feel as though i’ve never been truer to myself;

still,
it feels as if you’ve been around the whole time.

dear stranger,

i have neither spoken to nor seen you in person,
and yet i feel like you know me better than most;

you’ve had patience and you’ve been kind,
you’ve been generous with your time;

miles, cities and even continents away,
you’ve been a strange solace;

friends
often
become
s t r a n g e r s,

but then again, what’s in a name?

Generous

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