Then other times, I wish I could forget you. I wish I didn't wake seeing your eyes, as if they were imprinted on my inner lids. I wish I didn't study your expression, seeking in it a glimpse into your thoughts. (I wish you could simply tell me your thoughts.)
I wish it didn't seem to hardly matter whether I am five thousand miles from you, or fifty.
I wish you didn't see me as a ghost.
