Strangers

When you were a stranger to me,

you were never fully yourself,

yet you could tell me about your whole world.

When I felt like a stranger to you,

I was stripped of a name

and I didn't carry my wounds,

my incompleteness,

my shortcomings.

When we were strangers to each other,

laugh came uneasy,

we still wrapped everything we said in it

to build a bridge between us,

so you can knock on the walls of my fears,

and I can pick the locks of your emotional vaults

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