Isn't it strange

That my soul recognized you

Long before our eyes made the introduction?

Isn't it strange

That you so casually answered

A question I never dared to ask?

Isn't it strange

That you prescribed the cure

Before I felt the symptoms of my grief?

Isn't it strange

That you travelled all this way

Only to pause beside me in this moment?

Isn't it strange

That disguised as a stranger, 

You returned what I knew not that I had lost.