No Stranger Strangers

We squeeze ourselves  
into each others dreams  
That are often two  
(or even three)  
sizes too small
Or too tall
Or too “we”
(where “we” always means
“always you”  
“never me”)
 
Walking the bottoms of our souls/soles off
Thread-bare cuffs  
Dragging behind in defeat  
in a pile of dusty, molten heat
Feet to the fire of reality
Finally forced to see  
what we often refuse to see
Because, of course, you see:
 
We see the things we need to see  
to believe the things we need to believe  
Thieving the sanity from reality  
to fill in the holes of eternity
 
We talk to each other in each others minds
More than we ever will in real life.
While the Expectations  
of our relations  
Dictate the pleasures
Of our togethers elations
 
I really don’t really know you and you  
     really don’t really know me
And I doubt that we’ll ever really know  
   each other’s real version of “we”