How can it be that just a week ago.
You were just one hundred feet away,
sleeping peacefully.
And now i find myself alone,
Not knowing what I should feel.
You are all that I think about.
Everywhere I go, Everyone I pass,
I see you.
I think about you, the way you make me feel,
When you look at me across the room,
Telling me a secret no one else can hear.
But now I wonder if you feel this way too?
Are you sitting somewhere thinking of me?
Can you see my smile, hear my laugh?
Or is it merely in the back of your mind?
The confusion is setting in.
I just can't think anymore.
Why does it have to be this way?
