I know you better than anyone
so why don't I know you at all?
blonde wisps of hair used to fall into your eyes
almost transparent, angelic
now your roots are brown
and your hair falls in messy spirals away from your forehead
out of the way
I can see the blue in your eyes and it scares me
you used to look at me so tenderly
we thought about distance and the space between us
you asked me about everything
now I see exhaustion in your features
it is not the lack of sleep
I know you better than anyone
so why don't I know you at all?