Not knowing her was fun

Fun, where I don’t laugh at my ceilings

My ceilings, in which earlier she does not appear

Does not appear to have a familiar face, but a friendly one

But a friendly one that hides something more than a friendship

Something more than a friendship with her is nothing less than this space-time fabric

Nothing less than this space-time fabric can help me understand why Not knowing her was fun

-Rahul