to a stranger.

To a Stranger (Leaves of Grass)
by Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me 
as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours
only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you
take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

–expressive sole

A thought(s): We all start off as some sort of stranger, some strangers just pass by and others stay for the long haul (which means they are no longer strangers, but wonderful contributers in our lives). I am truly blessed to have met wonderful people that have shaped my life in the many years that have passed. People that have helped me grow and grown along side me. Thank you for listening to me, growing with me, laughing with me, eating with me, and just being the silence that calms the night. I will never forget those days and the days that lie ahead of us. 

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