strangers.

you would think, we were just strangers.

two bodies, staring at one another from distance close

and yet

so damn far, as far as the eye can see.

what was your name, why did we meet up?

what was your pain, did you do like I do and shoot up?

strange.

but not nearly the strangers we'd like to believe.

if we come from stars, and stars are our makers, and the likelihood

that your particles and mine were something special enough

that that first glance meant something more than

cheap glasses and fake cobwebs

the universe did us a favor and delivered us to one another

even though there are still a million other people who believe

they are just strangers.

we never were strangers after all

even though right now it sure seems like it.