I know you don’t know.
I know you don’t.
But I know that I
don’t know about the
stars in the sky; or
the colors in my eyes;
while you smile when I talk
Or when I fall when you walk.
about the steel
    Blue of mine.
Matching the
    sea-green in yours.
I don’t know
why I cloud my day when
I think you gone, or how
terrible I miss your hair &
legs & skin & smile in the sun.

I’m reduced like sugar, smelling
burnt in the air and left only to
rhyme why I’ve felt you so long.