Thursday evening, two minutes past six You were standing by our street With your (talkative) friend Your skirt gently teasing the wind.
I overhead you saying you know me (A neighbour from across the street) So I assumed your (talkative) friend With the funny-looking wig asked.
But more than her fake eyelashes Your answer amused me How could you say you know me? When you don’t feel the weight of my stare Every morning as I run to my window To swallow gulps of you As you hurry off to work Dressed in smiles and bright eyes.
If you know me, won’t you notice? How I collide my evening stroll With your daily commute home Just to struggle with the puzzle Of how at the end of a busy day You still look like it just began.
How could you say you know me? When you don’t even know it How I strive to understand it How easily you do it To stand beside your (talkative) friend And without even trying You make her look so bad.