“Things I cannot know”

I thought that it was you,
but I hardly know your name.

Just the way the earth stood still,
the way it hasn’t been the same.

A thousand times at least,
I thought that you would say

Something like, “I felt it too –
I feel it every day.”

Call me psychic, call me crazy, call me petty all you like –
I know this isn’t right.

No stranger gets to take up residence
inside my head like this
Nobody gets to haunt me every night.

I am sick to death of seeing you
Everywhere I go –

Sick of how you follow me,
Only eyes and shadow.

Sick of knowing things I cannot know.
Sick of wanting things to be.

Sick of feeling sick inside –
Why can’t you just choose me?

I got it wrong again, in thinking it was you.
I did the thing where I believed in things

That simply are not true.

Things like there’s a man out there
Made perfectly for you,

And when you find him, you will Know –
because he’ll know it, too.