I don't know you at all–
not even the faintest bit.
All I know is what I've seen.
But even worse than that,
You know me even less.

I am but a watcher.
I've seen the way you do.
But despite all of the things
I have observed of you,
you know me even less.

When you leave you're gone
and I don't know off to where.
But thing is, it doesn't really matter
because I don't know you
and you know me even less.

Perhaps someday we'll meet
and you'll know a little of me.
My dream of you will fade
and I'll realize that this whole time
I've known you even less.