Like two old friends, we sat, In silence. Not knowing one another, Indeed, we had only just met.
Then slowly, Without words, We spoke. We read each other, Like books long forgotten,
Now spilling their secrets fervently. And then, we became failed contortionists, Unable to hide our smiles. And seeing each other, In complete helplessness,
We laughed. Quietly at first, Then unashamedly. Gleefully, Relishing in our mutual mirth. The sound rang through the rooms,
Spilling out into the streets, Like church-bells, it filled the open air, And ran across the countryside. After some time we stopped, To catch our breath. And then you spoke;
"I am certain, We have never met. But I feel I have known you, My whole life."
I do believe it was the most wonderful remark.