Strangers

if I could go back, I wouldn’t know where to go

cause it feels like I’ve never been there at all

how would I find you in those pages

when I can’t recognise my own handwriting anymore?

telling stories from different times

that simply faded

should we ever meet again

you and me - we’re stranger

we’ll pretend we’re still the same

but I’ll see it in your eyes

just a look that asks

if we missed out

sharing thoughts we’d never speak

if I could go back, I wouldn’t know where to go

cause there’s no time or place to the memory of you

once on all these pages, all inside of me

it lingers like dust through empty air

you’re long gone although you never really left

and to think you’ll want to hear

what I have to say

did I get so numb

or blinded by this reverie?

I bite my tongue while you talk of life

how much greener the grass got

how every day’s like summer

but summer’s just a state of mind

and I still live in winter time.