I’m looking back at you
From the reflection of my camera lens.
You don’t know how far I feel from you these days
Even though I’m not even two feet from you
Sitting in the back of my car.
And what else you don’t know is that I
Haven’t stopped writing about you
And that I haven’t stopped feeling feelings for you, either.
But as some suave guy once told me,
“The fun is in not knowing,”
But rather in your case, it may be that
The fun is in not caring.
Sorry for the dishonesty,
But here’s a bit of truth-