You are everywhere but with me when we’re together.
I grieve you even when we’re facing each other,
so aware of your nomadic thoughts,
your eyes, each a ghost town my gaze travels through without ever meeting a friendly face.
It’s so weird,
to know someone your whole life and feel like strangers.
To wonder why someone so close to you is always distant,
I wish I knew what it felt like to be a pit stop in your racing mind,
to occupy any psychological real estate.
I hope it’s happy wherever you are.