In Front Of Me

He's sitting in front of me,

Looking through the window,

At the houses that we pass by.

The golden rays of the sun,

Lightens up his face partially,

Illuminating the color of his iris.

He's sitting in front of me,

Yet he seems away in his thoughts,

Far away from this moment,

Somewhere untouchable,

From the chaos of this world,

Hopefully to someplace quiet.

He's sitting in front of me,

But he's not here,

And in this moment,

I wish he took me with him,

To wherever he is,

I wish I knew what's going on,

In the mind of his,

Wherever it is.

He's sitting in front of me,

As if I'm not here.