A stranger stole my heart,
Leaving a mark I can’t deny.
I never got to touch you, yet I feel you everywhere,
As if our souls are intertwined.
Isn’t it strange, stranger?
Or should I call you beloved,
The stranger who stole my heart?
You’re not a stranger anymore,
You’ve carved a place in me.
I saved your love notes,
In case they’re the last you’ll ever write.
I saved your voice notes,
In case I never hear you again.
You said you’d return
When you stood on your own two feet.
I pray to God
You find your peace.
This poem is about the bittersweet cycle of how strangers can become lovers, only to drift back into being strangers again. It reflects on the fleeting yet profound connections we make with others—those who leave marks on our hearts that can’t be erased.
It’s also a meditation on holding onto moments of intimacy, even as they fade, through love notes and voice messages that become echoes of what once was. There’s a mix of hope and sorrow here, a prayer for someone’s peace even as their absence lingers. It’s a reminder of how love can transform, sometimes staying with us even when the person does not.
