Take me by the hand. And grasp onto what's left before it fades away into a memory. Look me in the eyes, past the smoke and the things in between. Classrooms apart, but you read me like literature. Mended hearts, worn on our shoulders. Scarred and bruised, but we stride on wearing our best faces. And we're still alone, despite company.
I still wonder about you and your life. And how it's just as bad as mine. You and I are the same. But we live on different planes. And my hand will be kept on the window, as we stare back at each other. I'll never feel you again. And thoughts of walking by your side are miles down the road. "Reach for me! Reach for me! Reach for me!" My constant pleas and cries to you will never find a home where your ears are. I'll be incomplete, and you'll be unfinished.