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.