I miss you, though I don't even really know you.
I think about you every day; everything reminds me of you.
I don't know why I can't stop remembering, why somehow
everything has a connection to something you wore or said or did or someplace you went.
We hardly spoke, never had a conversation.
I ignored you, you ignored me.
And yet, even then, I always thought of you.
I used to pray for you every day because
you were throwing your life away,
your life with so much meaning and purpose,
because I wanted you to know better,
because I knew you were capable of so much more,
and I wanted you to see it.
I think about you often. I can't help it.
I don't know why I feel this way,
don't know if there's a reason.
I still see your potential,
though I don't know if you've changed.
I think of you every day,
every single day,
And I miss you.
I miss you more than I've ever missed anyone, ever.
But if I see you, I might just say hello, or nod and smile,
or--if you don't see me first, I might not say anything at all,
and avoid an encounter, because I'm quiet and shy,
and I'd have nothing to say.
These feelings are ridiculous, I know,
and perhaps it's an idea I miss.
How can I miss so much someone I don't even know?