my eyes had met yours
yet you haven't met mine
we spoke through words
as I type, you spoke through the mic
oh how hard it is to find comfort
in the most unlikely places
your live videos passing by my fyp
in there, I find safe spaces
must I call you a friend?
or do you even consider me as one?
but none of those matter
as long as I know where to rest when I'm done
- for him, drew
