You stood there. I saw you. I was on the other side of the river. You were looking at me. But your eyes were gray, lifeless. I waved at you. You didn't respond. I waved again. You had no reaction. I didn't understand it. I called to you "here, can you see me?" I didn't get an answer from you. I got it. You look at me but you don't see me. It hurts a lot. But it would be weird if you saw me. You'd have to be dead then. I am a ghost. And I'm waiting for the day you'll see me again. Because I miss you.
