I clicked my tongue at the thought of you, 
I couldn’t quite place the emotion
that had begun to build,
or how I never seemed to know
when it forecasted rain.
I concluded in the end,
I didn’t know a lot of things,
but within the spindles of webs
I’ve created, and lines I’ve had to draw,
just to look at you, to be with you, feel you
I knew you. I could see you within
the crude shape of my mind,
and realized late, in a sort of cruel way,
I was enamored with you,
or a bygone thought of existence
that passed for you.

A human shape
but not yet existing model of my mind
and perception.
A race of conclusions but
dreaded assumptions
without stable answers.
I want to know you — be you?
Find you
within the same existence,
over and over.
I want to forget you,
but only to remember you all over again
— maybe a bit sweeter.
A bit kinder. A bit closer.
Rewrite my hypothesis
and then conclusion,
until there nothing more to say,
nothing more to gather or study.
Race against my inner monologue.
Think too hard, too long,
never catch a breath within the heat
of a moment.

In the end all that can be drafted
all that can be found,
was that no,
I truly knew nothing at all.