Where Are You

A question nags me,
Where are you?
I think I know the answer.
But I am unsure that it’s true.

I remember you,
When down the street,
Me and my friends walk.
Then I know where you are.
You are there in the way I talk.

I remember you,
When someone calls my name,
Though it’s not you who calls,
Then I know where you are.
You are in the way I hear it all.

I remember you,
When I look in the mirror,
The way you used to look at me.
Then I know where you are,
You are in the way I can see.

I remember you,
When touch something,
It reminds me of when I was head over heels.
Then I know where you are,
You are in the way I feel.

I remember you,
When I take in the air,
I get your fragrance in it.
Then I know where you are,
You are in the way I breathe.

I remember you,
When I get a feeling,
You are somewhere near me,
Then I know where you are,
But this can’t be true.
Because this isn’t where you could be.

I remember you,
When I wake up at night,
You are like the water that flows in a stream,
Then I know where you are,
You are in the way I see a dream.

I remember you,
In every single thing I do,

How I wish I could resist,
Then I know where you are,
You are in the way I exist.

I remember you,
As every minute and second pass,
What am I supposed to do?
Then I know where you are,
I can see your face in the book in front of me too.

But on second thoughts,
Maybe these answers are really true.
You are present in the whole wide space,
But except one place,
The one place where you should really be,
Is the empty space next to me…