You have become that sort of itch
that I can't quite seem to reach.
You are the mirage on the horizon
that urges me to preach that
I can't take my mind off you,
for what it is worth to you,
you captivate me through and through.

Your face and your smile
assimilate in my mind
in such a way that I can't turn away,
and I wouldn't if I could:
but, I rather hang myself
on each and every moment
with hopes that I may see you once more,
though not soon enough.

I never knew of you as a friend.
I never knew you were so close.
I can't wait to hear your voice again.