drink some tea

the line's running over and over my head time and time again
i miss a little you
i breathe a little you
it's almost as though i can reach out, swipe the air and touch
but what? the head screams, what? what are you, my head it wants to know.
i could imagine being in a virtual world
i could but the image's not there
air and air, just more air
i want to see, i want to see

then the feeling would be gone, wouldn't it?
you would be gone.
you whom i repeat over and over my head, would be gone.

perhaps i could imagine you as me; my split personality.