Perfect stranger.

I have never wanted
anything from you,
it's weird and always has been
quite the opposite.
I would run away,
I wanted you to leave
if you came,
but you stopped anyway.
I was indifferent, and
angry.
I do not know what it would
be like to have you,
to talk to you.
I do not know you.
I can barely
imagine your face.
But I miss you.
Because now, I need you.
I need your role
for everyone else has
gone.
And you, whom I have
never known
for whom I have
never missed,
now,
I want your love!
And I think it'd
be nice,
to have it for a change,
not through claimed
spoken words, or
given to me
five thousand miles
away
but through an embrace
where I can be held
and feel
safe.