Somehow Feb 1 2010

I sit and read poetry, listen to songs, watch movies, all to not think,
Somehow, I end up thinking a lot more, and its all about you.

My feet feel confident that I can do it all alone.
Somehow, my hand misses a hand, and it belongs to you.

I wait for the day to start anew and wait for it to never end,
Somehow, to not wait for an other day, coz I know it wud be without you

I find shoulders to rest upon, hands to hold, voices to chat with,
Somehow, I know its just like your perfume [which is nothing like you].

I feel happy I can wear a smile while sleeping,
Somehow, I wish someone saw it, and I wish it was you.

I know there's nothing to say,[ Having said it all]; nothing to do, [having done it all],
Somehow, I know its not enough, and I wish I knew what to say and whom to say it too.

[Then,
perhaps
I would know
and
it would be
You
Somehow.]