Haroun Fills in Our Blanks

Fantasie in D Minor
If you would simply understand that I do not exist
Please do not ask me to explain to you what that means
I do not know

Someone once told me that I existed
It was a doctor
She performed a series of tests
Shined a light in my eyes
Tapped my knees
Drew blood
"You exist," she concluded. "I'm sure of it."
I'm less sure of it

For years I searched for evidence
Witnesses
Testimonials on my behalf 

A chance sighting long ago
I found nothing

Did I walk here in the snow on New Year's
As fireworks diminished the sounds of my shuffling feet?
Did I sit there in the dark of July nights
As cars sped by unwittingly until swallowed by greater darkness?
No one knows

You may find all this to be purely circumstantial
Trivial musings of a disenchant
And perhaps it is
And perhaps if that's true
It's because you have never been in my place
Which is no place

It's alright though
I've never been in yours either

-Haroun