An odd thought

It's an odd thought

To feel that you know  Someone so well,  Everything from blood to bone,  And then the invisible wall That you never saw  Because you were blinded by  Love for the person you wanted to see Comes down and you find That somehow you don’t even  Know the person at all.  It’s an odd thought,  To hug the figment of imagination Of that person and realize The real person isn’t hugging you back.  Odd. 

Sad.

Feeling of being alone,  When you thought you weren’t.