It’s funny to think that we’re
strangers
and you’re sitting in some other
room
in some other house
maybe even in some other country
thinking about things that
won’t even cross my mind
It’s funny to think that you’re
out there
dreaming and loving and
wishing upon the same stars
that I look up at when night
falls
like a curtain over the horizon
It’s funny to think that someday
you will love me
but today
you have no idea
who I am
p.s. when the time comes,
I will love you too.
