I don’t know what your middle name is
Or if you went to the prom or not.
I don’t know your favorite color
And if you wear that color everyday.
I don’t know your music
Or if you like gel or paste toothpaste.
I don’t know when you were born or where,
How you got to be here or there.
I don’t know if you like The Beatles
Or D.H. Lawrence
Or hot dogs.
I don’t know what your mom does
Or how many times you’ve been to Disney.
I don’t know anything about you
Except that when you walk into the room,
Something happens to me.
Something that makes me believe again.
Something that makes me want to
Put my heart out there again.
Something that makes me want to
learn to say “I love you” again.
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