we travel in different worlds, unbeknownst to one another as if we were in two separate realms, walking beside each other but unaware of one another's existence. there is always something telling me you're standing with me, yet the apparition of you fades as soon as i turn to meet your eyes, which are some other guy's on the train, and your lips have never graced mine yet i can taste your cherry lip gloss on my tongue whenever i lick my lips. the tickle of your eyelashes is still present on my cheek, but i've never known the grace of your touch, but when i think of you, i know you think about me too. you're a face in the hall that no one else can see, and it seems to be that maybe we're meant to be alone. forever searching for this person in which we can not fathom into reality but exists and haunts our heads, but we'll never know the happiness of sharing a bed.