Stranger who knows my soul

You don’t know me,

wouldn’t recognize me if we passed on the street-

yet you know me,

stranger who knows my soul. 

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Touching each other through space and time

over endless waters that stretch between us,

we have shared ourselves.

Strange, isn’t it, that you know me so well

but stranger still, we’re strangers still.

You don’t know my face, my voice,

or the feel of my hand upon yours-

yet you know me,

stranger who knows my soul.

Copyright 1996 Gina Deshazo, Utah