You'd never know we were strangers
By the words we speak and the words we write
You have this effect on me
That I can't perfect into words until late at night
There is nothing I can say or do
To get past the thoughts that brew
The intrusive elusive continuous draw
That leads me to believe that we're not strangers at all
Do I question these thoughts bouncing in my head?
Do I turn away and break the thread?
No. It's made of spiderwire and tougher than skin.
So I lean in and breathe in and watch it all begin.
