When you laugh from afar,        

I have no choice but to wonder who made you do so.            

I grow envious of that person,                        

Whoever it may be,                          

Knowing I will never be able to bring joy to your soul.              

When you walk,                      

I imagine myself walking beside you,                            

So that I may hear your voice up close,                    

Knowing that your words are meant for me and only me.                            

It pains me when I come back to reality and realize yet again,                    

That they are only fancies that you and I will never experience.