Missing Someone Who a Ghost of a Past

Different from the rest
I remember to much, of pasts that are mine
So many lives

Look into my eyes, you won't find my securities
Hold my hand and I won't fall into your arms
Say words to me and I only partly lesson

I sit here with another, as my soul cries for another

My soul cries for his eyes and how they would look at ne
It cries for his touch
It cries for his voice

Dream of him, is all I can do
Thinking of his embrace only makes me want him more

How can I miss someone I do not know?
And yet I feel as if, I know the stranger in my dreams.