When I see you again I know it's not the end, I don't have to pretend anymore.
When I look at you I see a door, all I need is a key, but you keep it to yourself. I try to gesture, without pester, to you that I'm the one, but you never notice or get the lotus flower I sat near your door, whatever the weather I won't leave, we are birds of the feather that stick together, now come back and let's try again.