the things i never said

strangers

you know me
but not me
who sees the sky as art
an endlessly abstract canvas
clouds painted gouache
rain painted watercolours
sun painted oil

you know me
but not me
who finds pleasure
in weaving words together
tangling their fates
as my own stays unanchored

you know me
but not me
who enjoys slow mornings
the tinkling fragrance of tea
notes of butter
harmonies of toast
melodies of sunlight

you know me
but not me
who finds serenity only when the sky is soaked ink black speckled alabaster white
in the euthymic quiet
everything comes to a standstill

you know me
but not me
who is present
but not really here
there
anywhere

you know me
but not me
who keeps waiting for an answer
to my thoughts
accumulating problems left unsolved

you know me
but not me
a puzzle you cannot decipher
the complexities of my mind
the calamity of my existence
the contradictions of my actions

you don't know me