I Know Of You Poem by Timothy Quevedo

I know of you,
And you know of me,
Whispering this isn't true,
When I care of only being free,
I think of you,
And you think of me,
So complex and irrelevant,
A heart mold for the night,
The moon lit with nor a crescent,
But by candlelight,
The sun shine but no blaze,
Not for eyes to see,
When blinded pupils fail to graze,
We feel as if we were the sea,
I dream of you,
And you dream of me,
The waves of a thousand words follow through,
When all I did was think of leave,
You planted your heart in the sand,
Mine bears within the dirt,
They're both sunken upon the land,
But mine is deeper in the earth,
I no longer breathe for you,
And you seek no longer for me,
Mornings arise and days resume,
No longer blinded, I long to see
Final thought of love,
Through this curious mind,
I've believe theres not enough,
But I think once upon time,
I know of you,
You know of me.