The Stranger

Once upon a time, there was a stranger.
He lived across the bay in a different time.
He sent me postcards with stamps
And I sent him emails with regards.
He wrote to me of the war
And I narrated the story of the nuclear weapons.
We spoke for six months and seven days to be exact.
But it seemed like a lifetime or perhaps more.
He was my past and I his future.
Different era,
Different city,
Different universe.
Time and space didn’t matter.
After all does it ever in a dream??


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