Don't know

I don't know your face. 

I don't know your face, except as an object of affections. 

I don't know your life. 

I don't know your life, except as unrealized desires. 

I don't know your story. 

I don't know your story, except as the lessons I refuse to learn. 

I don't know you. 

I never will. 

And yet, I still fumble the story of who you are.