You are strange to me
I want to be familiar
Not strangers.
What is exchanged?
Current states of mind in bursts of time.
Obligatory compliments;
An overflowing lack.
Quite a curse,
Carrying-on with this unfulfilled long-ing.
Stultified with sadness
Breathless with wind chasing.
Go, girl, to dig your own well
And may it be well
with your soul.
