Familiar Strangers

I continue to find you at some moment each day. 

At times

there is a sense of familiarity in the unknown. 

I stand in front of a pub atop a hill slope 

And it already feels home.

I step in and grab a meal: fries and a beer. 

And as the mug kisses my lips,

I feel like I've been here before. 

There are other travelers sitting inside. 

Laughs are exchanged. Bets are made. 

A soft acoustic melody paints the background. 

In those moments, no one is a stranger. 

It feels like

I've made a family that I'll never meet again. 

There's a warmth in small cafes and pubs

That makes us feel home, as away as we are from it.

I open the doors and step out.

A soft wind kisses my face. 

And I'm a stranger on the road yet again.