why is it that I feel I know you,
even though you’re thousands of miles away?
it’s a thought that troubles me daily,
as if at some point and time we were one.
whenever I think about you,
I can’t...

it all feels too overwhelming,
too real, too personal.
like, when my mind wanders to you,
you know.
but how is this possible?

I see you in my dreams, I felt your warmth here.
and when I awoke my bed was cold,
it was cold and I was alone.
when I look at you I see a reflection of something familiar.
something I can’t put a finger to.
you feel so close to me and you shouldn’t.
you shouldn’t because I don’t know you.

I don’t know you.