Sometimes it feels like you're not real

And I think that's the best thing about you

I feel the touch of your hand and it is scarily foreign

You are made of dirt as am I, still you scare me

I feel you when you hold me, and pray you won't let go

I'm scared of losing you more than I am of not knowing you

For even as a stranger, you are more me when I know you less and less

So please be the stranger that I know you to be

But please don't leave