Do you think of me when you're crying and alone?
Do you long to hear my voice, but can't pick up the phone?
Do you try to see, to read, something in my eyes?


Can you never focus on the matter that's at hand
Because I'm on your mind, do you try to brush them off but cant?
And when I'm in the room, do your eyes NEED to find mine?

Are you scared to ask, so afraid of what you'll find--
But you have to know because it's killing you inside?
Do your heart and soul take up arms against your mind?

I know you think of me.
But do you dream of me?
I know you speak to me.
But are you seeking me?

And do you love me?