Strangers

Strangers

We fall asleep together, we wake up together, use each others’ tooth brushes, and eat from the same plate, yet we feel like strangers. I know your laugh, the glint in your eye, the peach fuzz coming in, tall and lanky, handsome and funny, but who are you? Gangster movies and rap music, good food and money, the daily pleasures that make up you. Hidden far away, stashed behind the clouds, the hopes, dreams, desires, longing, and love unseen. A Son, a Father, a Friend, a Lover – all this and still a mystery to me.

MRW 03/03/2008