I miss you and I don’t even know you
Besides the images that flicker of your face
Besides the soft smiles that revel in their incompleteness
I miss you even if I don’t know you
So strange, so strange, so whole-fully strange
No lifetime suits
No measured time could be so appropriate
Lives lived and days past could not adequately prove
That you were always there anyway
I miss you despite not having yet known you
Known all of you but knowing nothing yet of you
But time is irrelevant when there are stars you can see
And time is irrelevant when stars are closer than they appear to be
So strange are these glances
These conversations that do not find their breaths
If but the mind could read and breathe life into what courage lacks itself
No walls, no barriers, and no shortfalls could lead astray what desire commands
And what inhibition forbids
I miss you but I already know you
You, who rest in the shadows
I, who treads along the fringes of its obscurity
However deep its hue and crisp its edges
I cling onto the handholds I made myself in your figure
And I myself bathe in my journey, my ascent