When I see you, I don't feel uplifted.

I don't writhe in my dark bedroom when we're apart.

I don't hunger for you.

When I see you--

When you carry aches no one sees,

And when your spirit is moved,

And when you look at me instead of my face--

I love you simply by knowing you.

But rarely do you let me know you.

How can I love you with strength?

And rarely do you seek to know me.

How can I love you without brokenness?

Let me-- us-- know you.

And seek any piece of me.