Image credit: Sukhbir Cheema

Particular strangers, you’re no stranger to me
Stranger, strange – you’re what I set out to see

I’d beg from a stranger for a fraction of space
for me, I am the refugee;
I’d take from strangers the talk they would waste
on me, short for uncertainty

Not any stranger, but the most peculiar
The most distant one I see
is closest to me

So I’ll keep you a stranger
Not as a friend
Since friends become strangers
when our curiousness ends

But not you, stranger,
not you in particular

Even if you’ve gone somewhere new
my heart unwillingly sets on you

Partners don’t notice
nor strangers do
but in partners that’s novice
and in strangers it’s blue

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