Strangers Poem by Jessica Goudreault

Strangers are the most curious people,
You know nothing about them
As they know nothing about you

See them once or twice
And then never again,
Are they a jerk or are they nice?

Who, what, why, where and when
Can all be applied to them,
Who are they?
What did they just say?
Why do they look so upset?
Where are they going next?
When, if ever, will we meet again?

You may exchange words with them
As they become an acquantense
And then a friend,
Slowly they're a great part of your life,
Possibly a husband or wife,
Now an important lover
No longer a stranger

Strange is a key word in strangers
Because most of them come across as strange,
They're so different than us
We think to say,
The unheard comments
Said every day,
Not meant to offend
Just a simple observation,
But think of what you wear,
How you style your hair,
Or the things you do,
Aren't you just a stranger too?