Perfect

Stranger.

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Never met
Who could they be
The enigmatic perfect stranger
Meeting someone yet unmet
Is that headed for danger?

Or are there other qualities
Perfection of a body
Or is the cold reality
That person is nobody.

The friends I have now
Were strangers once
Not knowing they existed
Phantoms in another world
Until we co-existed.

We may have different interests
And ideologies too
Yet somehow, we melded
Like a bolt out of the blue.

Perfect strangers
Pass me by
Our lives have not collided
Not knowing them
Or they know I
Or where we both resided,

What if we knew the perfect one
That satisfied our yearning
Would they be one under the sun
Or harder lessons
And learning.