Better being Strangers

It takes more than a few words
exchanged in sparse meetings,
It takes more than a few hours
spent in a dark, loud bar,
It takes more than a few rides
taken down unending roads
To turn a person inside out.
And with all that effort, I wonder
if it was worth it. Now I realize,
It was better being Strangers.
I now know, not knowing you
was the best I felt about Us.