I don't know you.

You speak and nothing comes out--
but fumes.

Are you anything at all?--
behind the veil
piano keys half-formed, drifting...

I don't know who you are--
what it takes to make you
fall in love, or
smile...

I'm sure it's simple,
it's all so very simple,
and you're just waiting for me
to figure it out,
aren't you?