And The Truth Is...

And there I go, wandering the streets, looking for you. I looked right and left and in between. I searched people's faces, looking for a sign of you. All I found was empty spaces, distant faces. Everything is void of meaning or sense. Music tastes like dust. Grains of sand that fall through the growing spaces between our hands feel so familiar. That's all I can relate to. Little grains slipping and falling on the ground, shattering and scattering never to be found again and no one cares to notice. Along comes the wind and blows them away and I slowly realize why they look so familiar...why they're so close to my heart...