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I miss you when I see a stranger. I know I'm looking at you. Where are you? Why are you silent? Why are you miles away when I'm standing right in front of you? I'm next to you, why can't you see me? Why don't you crave the hand that reaches since the beginning? I'm looking through you, you're looking at me, I'm waking for you, you're sleeping with me. You're never here. I'm never there. When are we meeting then? I'm seeing you in everything, in the waves, the sky, the stars, in the neighbor's cat. Why don't you see me? Why can't you hear me? I'm shouting, I'm screaming, I'm crying, I'm singing to guide you home. But I let you pull me, too, into the unknown. Hoping deeper to land next to you. I'm craving to tangle, to touch, to feel, I'm craving you near. I know I know you, Stranger. I hope you know me, too. 2026.04.21.
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Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 8:00 AM UTC
I know you, Stranger
I miss you when I see a stranger. I know I'm looking at you. Where are you? Why are you silent? Why are you miles away when I'm standing right in front of you? I'm next to you, why can't you see me? Why don't you crave the hand that reaches since the beginning? I'm looking through you, you're looking at me, I'm waking for you, you're sleeping with me. You're never here. I'm never there. When are we meeting then? I'm seeing you in everything, in the waves, the sky, the stars, in the neighbor's cat. Why don't you see me? Why can't you hear me? I'm shouting, I'm screaming, I'm crying, I'm singing to guide you home. But I let you pull me, too, into the unknown. Hoping deeper to land next to you. I'm craving to tangle, to touch, to feel, I'm craving you near. I know I know you, Stranger. I hope you know me, too. 2026.04.21.
Inspiration from this week's Orbit: "Who do you miss when you see a stranger?" This poem might have taken a different direction after the first sentence, alright.
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Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 8:00 AM UTC
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