By Erica C. (esbc@hotmail.com)
Date: 5 September 1997

The Unknown One

I see you as the ideal person,

someone I could love.

Yet, I don’t know you, feel you, need you

because you are a figment of my imagination.

Or are you?

Will I ever meet you?

I would love to experience life with you in it

because you are the ideal person for me.

But you’re not real,

you’re not here,

you’re not.