Familiar

17 years and I still don't know you. 

I've never known you.

We don't even make direct eye contact, 

Do you realize that? 

That would be far too vulnerable. 

I've been present for 17 years

But I still know very little about you. 

All I know are your habits, 

Your patterns, your choices. 

And after 17 years it's the loneliest feeling 

To understand that I sleep next to a stranger

In many ways 

I don't know who you are, 

you're just familiar.