Once, there was this stranger,
who stumbled into our lives,
unaware of their significance,
until they became everything.
Their quirks became your quirks,
their preferences your own,
their smile mirrored yours,
their sorrow yours to bear;
And then, they walked away,
back to being a stranger,
but this time, an unforgettable one.
YOU ARE READING
He is the Poem
PoesíaEvery word echoes him, Each piece, a love hymn, He's my poem, my heart's dream.
