To You, Indirectly

Hidden in plain sight with the rest of my digital notes, is a poem directed towards you, indirectly.

I dream of a time where you could easily read my mind,
I dream of the things you could've done just to be kind.
I've told you every little detail about my life.
Down to the basics, through the layers, and deep into my core.
You know well the ins and outs of my being,
you know what to do to keep me gleaming.
But, like the wind, you've gone adrift.
Interrupted by a sea of mist.
Although you fight the sight of my appearance, I'm there.
Sleeping, dreaming of a time when you'd stroke my hair.
It's true that those days have come and gone;
what you don't know is that they go on and on.
In your head, it's different. It's not like mine.
But to you, I'm complex, entitled, yet divine.
In a modern world where knowledge is at your fingertips,
nothing ever changes, and the world flips.