Alexander

Alexander is a friend of mine, but not by any choice of ours.
We the two on stools, elblows on the bar, hands cuddling with glasses.

Alexander roams as I roam, no where to go no where in mind.
We the two strangers to the places we have been time and time over

Alexander does not exist, well at least in the sense of someone I know
We the dreamers who think about each other but do not know the other is real.