Strangers
We all begin as strangers
no matter the connection we feel
instantaneous
or slow burning
we start out as strangers
foreign to each other
Our bodies
are lands we have never seen
and long to be explored
by fingertips
and hungry eyes
till every freckle constellation
is mapped
and every curve
and bump
is tested
in hopes
that we won’t
forever be strangers
But its funny how fate works
We came together as strangers
and we thought we were allies
until
peace talks broke down
and the wanderers
were kicked out
of each country
the maps burned
and the sights were forgotten
and we left as
strangers
again.