I am counting pages, instead of reading them,
I've counted yours a million times in a second,
I've recalled your rare eye contact with mine,
And yet it's fading,
I thought all was fine,
but I am far from being healthy.
Can't you see,
that the truth is bluntly on my innocent look,
Can't you hear,
that my heart is beating to your laughter,
How I wish you dance along,
and laugh your way into my life.
Like I've died and resurrected,
in imagination by just a thought of us.