she was never here

truthfully,

i never knew who she was,

her favorite color,

or drink.

or book, or song.

what film, or piece of art

stirred her.

i never knew

what food she preferred,

what day of the week

she felt

more happy in.

i was clueless as to

what month, or season,

was her favorite.

i never knew much about

who she really was

despite lying next to me

for over a year.

it's almost as if

she was never here.