Your favourite stranger
We met the other day,
but it wasn’t the same.
Completely different
we were strangers again.
We acted like we never knew each other,
smiles careful, words trembling.
I still remembered your favorite color,
your favorite food,
the way your laugh filled the air
but we pretended we didn’t.
It hurt, more than I’d ever admit,
but seeing you happy
was somehow enough.
Still, a piece of me wondered,
why can’t I be yours?
I waited for that one call,
that one message
“I miss you.”
But destiny never allowed it.
So I learned that to let you go
is to keep on living.
Maybe not in this life,
but somewhere beyond this one,
we’ll find our way back.
amazing and heart touching poem 🫶🥲