How Sad It Is That We Are Strangers Still Poem by I.J. Benjamin

Every time I try to type a few decent words
I am hoping,
no! i am praying they are better
Than the last, though they rarely
are

I know I can only come so close to The
Truth,
I know that I don’t know truth and that
I never will
and realising this
Is the hardest part of it

And it is everything I have
Without it it we would not be.

We
you and me, strangers at 3 am
at the train station and
I am trying to sell you my uncertain heart

And it just looks from the dark,
Smiling wryly

But it still is worth it, in the
End, when all the looks have been forgotten when all the
Kisses vanish with
you.