Dear Strangers

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I hope this poem reaches you.
May it survive the turmoil of time
And the turbulence of space,
And create the same mess,
The same splatter of emotions
That it once made
During its violent, painful birth
In the dark void of my mind.
I hope it shows you the same light
That guided me towards
Strange new horizons.
We may never meet,
Nor touch each other’s bodies,
Or caress each other’s minds,
But know that I thought of you,
Beloved stranger of mine,
When I picked these words willy-nilly
To create this bouquet of thoughts.
Know that I loved you
With all my heart
Without ever knowing you.

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