Strange Words—poem

There you are.
Standing right here.
I miss you.
Standing here,
talking strange words.
I miss you.
Strange words,
telling me plans.
I miss you.

You speak of dreams
and dream of things
that go a million ways.
There you are.
But where is you?
The you, I know you are.

There you are.
Standing right here.
Talking strange words.
I miss you.
Strange words,
telling me plans.
You speak of dreams
and dream of things
that go a million ways.

There you are.
But where is you?
The you, I know you are.
The other you,
the different one.
The one that makes two ONE.