Some days you feel so close.

So close, that if I were to reach out, I know I'd be able to reach you.

But it isn't always that way, is it?

No, it's not.

We're kindred spirits one day, and strangers the next.

From having that light in your eyes, they become empty, and seem as if you're looking somewhere far away.

Where are you?

Are you there?

Or are you lost in your own mind?

I wish that you'd see me.

That you'd look at me.

Because I'm here for you.

I'm here for you, to help you, to love you.

But today you're a stranger, so I can't do anything but watch.

I wish I could start a conversation, but all I could get out are;

hello, goodbye, how are you?

Even if I try to smile at you,

I know all I'll get is a blank face.

Because today, we're strangers again.

And I wish we didn't have to be.

I miss you.

How we were...How we used to smile and laugh together...

I miss you.

I wish we weren't strangers again.