I’m learning that I don’t really know people
As well as I know the versions of them
I create in my mind.
It took meeting you to teach me that.
I thought I knew you so well
Had myself convinced
I knew your heart.
Yet I don’t even know
Your favorite song,
Your best memory,
Your greatest fear.
The realization is kind of scary.
It makes me wonder just
How many times I have
Thought I’ve known someone.
Am I floating around in a world
Full of imaginary people?
Have I created their stories
All in my head, by myself?
Have I misinterpreted their body
Language and the words they’ve spoken
To create an imaginary society around me?
Could I really do all of that by myself?
Maybe I could.



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