Death of a Stranger

When I hear of your death,
what do I say,
I haven't seen you in so long,
will you be okay?

Will I cry?
I surely will,
because strangers can love,
I love you still.

Although we may never meet again,
I have true feelings for you,
and I try to picture you,
not knowing what to do.

You may die,
I will never know,
but sissy, stranger,
I will always love you so.