Strangers to Something.

Strangers to Something

I’ve never spoken a word to you—  
But I’ve seen you, scrolled through your story,  
Flipped through the pieces of your timeline,  
And it feels like I’m catching glimpses of a mystery.  
Your laugh? It’s infectious.  
Your energy? Magnetic.  
But we’re strangers,  
Living in the distance between clicks and swipes,  
Caught in the space where real life and digital life collide.

I don’t like it.  
I don’t like that we’re these passing profiles,  
Just fleeting views of each other’s world,  
Like ships that never dock but always see the same horizon.  
Because you? You seem like more than just a post,  
More than the likes, more than the stories told through captions.  
I’d like to know the you behind the screen,  
The real you, the one that lives outside the frame.

I’m not saying we’re fated,  
Not claiming that we’re meant to be,  
But there’s something here, a curiosity.  
A spark that says, "Maybe we’re not meant to stay strangers."  
Maybe we could meet outside these glowing screens,  
In a world with no filters, where the light hits just right,  
And we can speak in real time,  
With words that linger longer than a double tap.

So, here’s me 
No pressure, no rush,  
Just wondering if maybe you’ve noticed me too.  
And if not? That’s cool.  
But if there’s room for more than scrolling glances,  
I’d love to meet the person behind the posts,  
And see what happens when we’re not strangers anymore.