Strange Embrace

tired eyes that see through mine
and follow the paths of my estranged lines
the hands that break from the arms
the legs that walk from the spine
stranger we have come so far
to know so little

tired eyes
that have traveled far
and stepped
inward to find
a stranger inside
and a stranger out
an awkward embrace of anonymity

tired eyes
please be kind
don’t bite into
this brittle core