I saw you at a distance.                    
A perfect imperfection.                  
A passing face, at first.                
First glances show the surface.    

We all have fears and doubts and pain.
I wanted to ask you how you were.
Truly.                                                  
I wanted to know why you were scared to say,                                
the truth.                                        

But the truth is I glanced and looked away.                                            
Now I know                                      
of the thoughts and hopes and dreams
and screams                                  
for help.                                        

And now they're lost.                  
Now you've gone away.                
And now we'll never know those memories.