Don't make fun of me, it's Christmas.

I wrote this. Don't exactly know what it is. A poem? A song? Thoughts? You decide.

I wish I could look into your eyes, to see who you are.
I wish I could touch your face, so I would know you are real.
I wish I could lay my head on your chest, to hear you heart.
I wish you didn't feel so far.

I talk to you, but you won't talk back.
I find myself needing you when I'm full of fear, but do you hear me?
Do you know I'm still here?

Even in the silence,
Even in my despair, I know you are present somehow, I know you are there.

Keep me close, don't let me go, someday we'll be face to face and all emptiness will fade away.