Trails Your Thoughts Leave Behind

I have never met you,
Yet somehow, I can feel you.

My mind stops chasing you,
Yet my heart keeps finding you.

What finds its way into my mind,
You have witnessed years before.

The book that I keep writing
Has its chapters printed in your heart.

My mind compels me to walk away
From this space where our worlds meet.
But before I wander too far,
My heart brings me back, one last time...
And then, every time.

I find myself quietly searching
For glimpses of what you feel,
Only to discover that you have kept
The masses at bay.

Where a little window remains open,
I look for traces of your thoughts,
Only to find your old pages
Freshly pinned upon your wall.

And shamelessly, before I whisper
A few words to those forgotten feelings,
I discover something bittersweet:
Your old ones answer my emerging ones.