On nights when I can barely keep my eyes closed, my mind just wanders.
Aimlessly.
Sometimes, I think of you. The hows and the whys.
Repeatedly.
Then I realise, no matter how much I overthink, there will never be ‘right’ answers.
Just, empty replies.
Your truths. My truths.
All along, I kept asking the wrong question. So.Who are you when we first met?
Who are you now?
A stranger. Fleeting.Strapped with unknown truths.
There. There.
Fading.
caffeinated sonnets 
This is a very sad, raw piece that I think most could relate to and feel. I certainly did. Wonderfully written!
Thank you for such kind words.
One day I hope I get to treat you to coffee and you can tell me the stories behind your work.