Does she think about me while she’s sleeps?
Does she wonder if I’m dreaming of her while she’s wandering through me dreams?
Like a satellite floating through space
Watching down upon me
Waiting to see if she really sees me
Waiting to see if what she sees is really me
or the image of what she wants me to be
So far away
Does she know how hard I try?
Does she live in the memory or the moment?