Again

 Again, I am writing in the middle of a busy time.

Again, I could write anytime—
But my feelings only know how to reach my brain
In the noise of a crowded place.

Again, what are we?
Again, I am thinking of you.
It’s funny how, if we could go back in time,
We knew each other—
But the people between us knew us more.
Yet we never did.

Again, two years have passed.
Look at us now, talking about those in-between people.
You asked me why I never stepped into your life back then,
And how it made you sad.
Yesterday, you told me you thought about it again.

Again, maybe we should surprise the in-between people—
Let them see how we finally know each other.
Even though I knew you from a distance,
Now, I am knowing you from you, not from my research.

Alright, you don’t need to call a spy
About my obsession with people.