The Familiar Stanger

By

Bill Cottringer

Who are You?

You were here before me,

And will be after me;

Sometimes,

You choke my breath away.

Sometimes,

You whack me with a two by four;

Sometimes,

You make me laugh.

Sometimes,

You make me cry;

Sometimes,

You make me feel dead,

Sometimes,

You make me feel alive;

All the time though,

You assure me of your love;

I know you,

You know me;

We are familiar,

But still strangers,

But I don't doubt you.