You never looked me in the eye
You craved self-estrangement more than you craved me
You traded brown for green
Became my dearest enemy

I still see you sometimes
You walk past me in the halls
I hold the door subconsciously
You thank me reflexively
Walk through the frame
Could you ever know, how deeply I feel your distance?
But you walk through the frame
And I silently ache

I wish you could see me now
I wish you would read my clumsy poetry
Each word is just a word.
But the stars are just stars
They mean nothing without a heart