We lived in different cities,
we were two worlds apart.
Each night I knew,
we felt less lonelier,
when we looked up,
at the moon and the stars.

Now we live in the same house.
Trying to make it a home.
Yet I get the feeling,
That we’re not on our own.

And it’s not the stars,
that are watching us now.
There are these shadows,
they seem to linger around.

I have the strangest gut instinct that your being distant.
And as the phrase “Distance makes the heart grow fonder” would have been enough to hold back any of my worries or woes.
Yet my mind has began wonder,
And I think to myself:
What happens when that feeling goes?