never knowing if you stand with me or far away.
Do I matter in your quiet corners,
or am I just a passing thought that fades?
Do my words reach you, or fall unheard,
lost before they ever touch your heart?
Do you see a future where I exist,
even for a minute, even as a whisper?
And tell me
is there any warmth for me in you at all,
or am I loving a shadow that never turns back?