Who are you?
Who are you who wrote your Name on my life In thin blue biro
And illustrious, illegible calligraphy?
That's your name - The name you wrote below the Title page In the only space it'd Fit
Along with your number Your address The year - 1985
All in case you lost it.
And the precious notes you Kept
- The bracketed words, The stars in the margins The clarifications you scrawled Tight between lines Where no-one could read them
But then, that didn't matter Because no-one would read them;
You knew them by heart, And nobody else would ever see
You wrote it all But I still don't know who you are
And I never will.