There is nothing between you and me
Then why is this so?
I am afraid I will lose grip…
Feel control slipping like sand through my fingers.

I don’t want to dream of anyone
But why does the rain on my window
Whisper your name in my ears
And touch me with your words?

Why do I find myself writing your name
On misty windows
And rubbing them away
Faster than I wrote them

You have no right to do this to me:
To dominate my life with your presence
But the strange thing is-
I don’t think, you even know…