Abstract
I don't know who he is.
I've never seen him.
There is no comparison,
To an idea.
If I knew him,
I would be forced to wonder.
I would have to ask,
"What has he got that I don't,
besides you?"
There is no comparison,
To an idea.
Maybe it is for the best
That he remain
Abstract.
Written 4-7-1998
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