It's so strange to see you in this light. Your face, words, gestures are all distorted and you're not you, you're someone I'm just meeting but know very well. Maybe strange isn't the right word, because there's a calm excitement that makes me smile to your "hello".
And there's this tick when I hear the words I have a feeling that this is it, look out the window and realized what I've missed.
And with this realization I'll finally let my dreaming mind imagine what I would've never let happen before.