Strangers

I pressed my ear to your chest

And heard something personal.

A whisper that knew my name.

Is it how your heart treats all strangers?

With love and affection?

Then I feel cold and empty.



I've got a sense of urgency.

I've got to make this happen.

No stone unturned.



I've got a sense of urgency.

I've got to make something happen.

No stone unturned.



I held your hand while you were sleeping

The whole night you griped to mine.

A grip that begged me to stay.

Is this how your limbs treat all strangers?

With love and affection?

Then I fell weak and empty.



Strangers don't hide.

The morning hunts you down.

And there's nothing stranger

Than to love someone.



I heard the water beat at your skin

A shower of discipline, as heavy as iron.

And I imagined the hand that gripped mine.

Now gripping the gaps in the tiles.

Just holding on tight.