I Know You

I know you.

I know you upside and down,

inside and out.

You work,

I imagine,

like anybody else. 

Your heavy heart toils endlessly,

moving life through you.

Your lungs inhale energy, ideas,

wonderment,

and exhale...

waste?

abandonment?

Tiny neurons fire ceaselessly

in your miraculous brain,

sending wonderment through

innumerable synapses inside

of you.

Making you you

I know you

like the back of my hand

which I don't know very well at all

until I look closely

and see a freckle

a scar

and something underneath it all

I desperately want to understand