An ocean between you and me
Six weeks of common memories
Little things of you
So clearly I remember
Blurred feelings about me you say you keep
Though, so much together to be built
If we do not talk
It does not mean
That we don't miss each other.  
If, for whatever reason,
We keep a distance
It does not mean
We forget each other.
Too late.
Your mind is in my neighborhood,
For good.