You are an enigma to me, a friend lost on the path towards my heart.
I know your words & I admire you for them. I imagine the tunes you must hum at night & simultaneously sway to the melody. I read aloud poetry when alone, hoping that some small fragment of it might sail to you through the colossal distance between us & reach your ears like a transient gust of wind on a hot summer’s night. I know nothing of you & yet if we found each other side by side, I’d unveil my deepest fears & desires, oblivious to what my actions would amount to.
Till then my friend, it has been a pleasure not knowing you.