He Doesn't Know I Exist

[couchgrouch]

He Doesn't Know I ExistShe saves him seats on their schoolbushoping he'll sit but he never doesand he don't play with her at recesshe clowns around during classshe gets in trouble when she laughsbut he never hears a word she saysshe wears bright bows for him but he still won't lookand tears smear the words in her notebookhe doesn't know I existI mean nothing to himhow can he ignore me like thisI'm just dust on the windbut I've done all I canthe choice must be histhat he don't know who I amhe doesn't know I existin an alley near a New York barsome poor soul curls up where the starsare scratched away by skyscrapershe needs something more concreteto believe in than the streetcos his bed is crumpled dreams and newspapershis doubts find comfort in the numbness of drinkinghe mumbles curses to heaven while thinkingHe doesn't know I existI mean nothing to himhow can He ignore me like thisI'm just dust on the windbut I've done all I canthe choice must be Histhat He don't know who I amHe doesn't know I existHe reaches for the wondrous world He madeand finds one man alone in the darkthat man seems so friendless and afraidGod thinks I could touch his heartbut he doesn't know I existI mean nothing to himhow can he ignore me like thisI'm just dust on the windbut I've done all I canthe choice must be histhat he don't know who I amhe doesn't know I exist(c)2005 Robert George