Anonymous - Poem by Elia Michael
I do not even know your name my friend,
Or even whether you feel as I do;
But I do know I don't want it to end,
By that I mean the daily sight of you.
I think of you from time to time each day
And wonder if you too do think of me,
Or could it be that I am far away
From any thoughts of yours and it would be
Ridiculous to think that anything
Could come of us? Ridiculous indeed!
And yet the sight of you is everything
And satisfies a deeply seated need.
My friend, I do not even know your name;
Am I your friend, and do you feel the same?
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