Depiction

I wonder if he wears slippers around the house

Or what drink he always orders at restaurants

Or what his last thoughts are before his eyes close for the night

I wonder what his hair smells like

Or what his skin feels like

Or why he got each of the inked marks on his skin

I wonder if he prefers texting or calling

Or if his mother sang him lullabies when he was a child

Or what he feels when he hears the rain falling

But, I’m never going to know what it’s like,

to feel his skin pressed against mine,

or know what he likes in his coffee,

or even if he likes coffee

And I wonder why I love stranger with all my heart

And why someone who doesn’t even know my name,

means more to me,

than I mean to myself.