And to think

And to think

And to think:

We were perfect strangers.

Friendly acquaintances

That we greeted with

A smile and a nod.

I would have never thought

That when I would see your face

It would brighten my day.

And to think:

We knew each other

Only distantly;

Never knowing 

The joys we would have.

How thankful I am for these

Perfect strangers.

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