The Stranger Poem by Khumo Segaloe

In my dreams you remain.

I stil remember the first dream i had of u, u were stil a stranger then yet I couldnt help but smile the whole.day at the thought of you.
On a bad day I would call your name out loud and somehow that soothed me and yet you were a stranger to me.
Lol...I remember that evening when I was waiting for your whats app invite, I was shaking, literally...had butterflies in my tummy and yet you were a stranger to me.
I always wanted to be the last one you chat with, to tell me how your day went, I would smile to my phone screen..you had some kind of hold on me and yet you were a stranger to me.

Mesmerised by your voice..that day when you called, it seald my dream, your voice gave me warmth, I felt safe and yet you were a stranger.

Today I decided not to meet up with you because im scared my dream could die or it would cum true.Im frightend by curiosity, yeh me and my big head.I dont mind you being just an effigy of my perfect utopia.

In my dreams you remain the stranger I fel inlove with.
Silly How love goes against one's logic sense(if there is such) , I dont even know you yet You are my perfect stranger, Its enough for now!