Stranger

STRANGER

I always heard they said about it.

I barely know you, but they keep saying your name.

Not most of the time, but on a particular day, like yesterday.

I did not know you.

You are stranger to me. It’s okay.

I am a stranger to you too.

Today, they tend to take some courage, to face you.

Who are you? Not so popular I guess.

 Still, your existence triggers my friends. They acknowledge you, except me.

I won’t bother to know you.

Still, they never stop talking about you.

Seems like I will be meeting you soon, but I am not excited.

That night, I saw you, sit in the middle of the crowd, with your friends.

I am as I said before, I am not excited about it.

One thing for sure, your face, a cold expression sayings don’t bother to call me if you barely know me.

I looked you from afar, so this is the guy.

I am learning something, not to judge people at first sight.

It's a true story of mine, there is always a reason for someone to act like that, so I am learning from the past.

But I can't stand to describe you in one word.

I think it will help me to remember you.

It is doesn't matter if we are stranger to each other, as long as I had met you. 

A smile is a sign of good bye.

You won't notice it, as you don't bother to look at other people.

I guess I won't see you again, but till we meet again, one day.

- The End -