You’re here next to me. But it’s not you I’m seeing. I don’t even know who you are.
Have I ever known? Or was it just my dreams and desires I was projecting on to you? Have you ever been real?
Memories are all I’m left with now. Or were they dreams?
I see you here next to me, but it’s not really you.
I see your shape but I feel nothing. Strangers in a car.