How can I miss the voice I've never heard?
Or crave the touch I've never felt?
I know you.
And yet, you're my mystery.
How is it your laugh echoes through these halls,
And your smile is a haunting lack of light?
You see, I've known you.
But, may I ask your name?
Sometimes I close my eyes, and your arms enfold me.
They are a comfort, these fiery embraces of strength.
But I don't know you.
I wouldn't recognize your eyes.
How is it I've searched your eyes endlessly,
All I ever wanted, and yet I couldn't tell you their color?
You are a stranger to me.
But I'm not sure I know anyone better.
Nell McKinnon
May. 2015.
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