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

Back where I came from

Can I get 

a mother on rent

My real mother is too old

to listen to my pains

With whom I can play

With whom I can cry

Who takes me as I am

Doesn't ask why

In whose lap I can hide

In whose lap I can die

Heat

I want you in my arms

nothing between us

keep you warm