Knowing That You Exist

I think of you on Sundays,

That’s the day I learnt that you exist.

I wonder what you look like,

Where you are,

What you’re doing,

Who you’re with?

I wonder if you think of me,

Like I think of you.

I want to reach out to you.

Call you,

Follow you,

Hear your voice,

See your face.

Learn if we’re anything alike.

I dream of you every once in a while.

A faceless soul,

Chasing me in my sleep.

Knowing about you for one year,

That’s all it took.

Now you plague my thoughts,

Like they belong to you.

Sometimes I wish we knew each other.

And at others, I’m glad that we don’t.

So I guess it’s enough for me,

Knowing that you exist.