We don't know

I am no less a stranger to you than you are to me.

How I wish we would trade stories

Replacement

Lifting heavy

helps me drop you

Let me hold

It is not fair of me

to expect of you

to take care of me

You carry your own load

heavy

Let me lend you a hand

instead

Paradox

Running, like writing

is effortful,

yet addictive

Out of the door

Loneliness tries to get me

But then I ask why

There is still ground beneath my feet

I am seen by the sun

I am loved by the sky