Meant to Be
I like you, stranger.
Though stranger it is that we've never met,
Never strolled the same streets,
nodding greetings to each other as we passed.
Our story has yet to come to pass.
I've never called your name
but your name will become familiar upon my lips,
and accompany the music of my everyday thoughts.
We'll both walk through the days, the months, the years.
And someday, you'll be a friendly face once more.
We'll pass each other on the streets
and you won't forget to smile.
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