8.3 migs

long have I searched for you
amid the strobe and pulse of night,
wondering if I might see you
dancing in a corner with your friends,
wondering if you might look to me
as though you knew me,
or wished to know me,
and gladly would I oblige,
if not for all my uncertainty,
if not for all my confusion
about who I pretend to be,
unwilling to give name
to the nameless
for fear of the truth,
and if I could follow you blindly
and speak unthinkingly,
you’d know I wait for you,
for I am but a fragment
of who I wish to be,
for I am unknown to myself
in absence of you
and evermore will be,
for long have I wondered:
who am I
but who I think
you want me to be?