...

I don't get to look at you anymore.
We talk and we laugh and we drink
but we don't see each other.
Unlike before when we would both
look at emptiness and we'll understand
the things that are not said.
Unlike before when we would stare at
the smoke in front of us and smile
knowing that it is to each other that
we belong.

Now, we touch and we hug and we kiss...
But it's not the same.
Will never be the same.