Before We were

Before you read my poem tonight,
I want a stranger to read it.
To tell me what she thinks,
That you don't,
To touch me on those nerves,
That you won't,
To tell me a word that hasn't been used, ever.

Before you go to bed,
I want a stranger to tell me,
How I look when I dream,
How she feels when I sleep.

Before I see you tonight,
I want to see a stranger
And share my stories to see the sparks,
That only comes from unknown eyes.

Before you meet me tonight,
I want you to tell me,
I have been the stranger
You have always known.

-2016