Like it was through a window I could see you.
When you leaned over I could see your face.
When you were not looking at me, I gazed in your direction.
When your eyes wondered, I wondered if they found me gazing...
So I looked down, and away, and covered my face with hair.
When we left the room, I would glance to make sure I was ahead of you.
When you left, I made sure that I didn't turn to see you walking towards the door, but I watched you walk away.
I wonder when this will stop.
I wonder when I will get over you, get over it, whatever this is.
my heart sinks every day and I am tired, I miss you