She does not and will never know me.
She will never read between my lines.
She will never walk the halls of my history.
She will never cry a tear for me.
But I have known her.
In the briefest of shimmering moments,
caught between copious minutes
of self-involved convolution,
in dreams, memories
and facile fantasy;
I have known her well.
How I wish she would know me,
would read between these devoted lines,
create a dutiful shared history
and cry winsome tears of joy with me.
And that I would not remain unknown.
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