Spaces

I can only see right in front of me, I can only overlook the space between us, you and I.
Like tunnel vision. And when I think of you, I think of what you might mean to me, of what you might think of me and overall just how much I occupy your mind.

But I sometimes forget, that you can turn around. That even though I only see you and the space between us, you and I , you can always turn around and see others.

There’s more to you then what I can see, and there’s more to you then me.

Off course I can turn around as well, and I do. But when I think of you, I think of the space between us, you and I.

But that doesn’t mean that you do too…