I haven't seen you for days,
haven't talked to you for weeks, for months—
I don't know, maybe I should stop counting already.
But not a month ago,
a close friend told me she had seen you.
Few weeks ago,
another friend told me she saw you.
Just the other day,
another one told me that she saw you,
and right now—at this moment,
you're probably with some of our friends,
talking and laughing with them,
and I'm here, wondering when will I see you again.
"It's a small world", that's what people used to think,
I used to think that it was, too.
But, somehow, it's continuously expanding
when it comes to me and you.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC
I haven't seen you for days,
haven't talked to you for weeks, for months—
I don't know, maybe I should stop counting already.
But not a month ago,
a close friend told me she had seen you.
Few weeks ago,
another friend told me she saw you.
Just the other day,
another one told me that she saw you,
and right now—at this moment,
you're probably with some of our friends,
talking and laughing with them,
and I'm here, wondering when will I see you again.
"It's a small world", that's what people used to think,
I used to think that it was, too.
But, somehow, it's continuously expanding
when it comes to me and you.
I guess it's not a small world, after all.
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