It's strange how close you are, because I know
That mentally you're just as far away.
I've never known exactly where you go,
But I'm completely certain when I say
It isn't here by me. Oh, you're aware
That I am sitting here; that isn't it.
It's worse than that would be. You just don't care.
You aren't concerned at all with where I sit,
And if I were not here, although you'd see
An empty space beside you where I was,
You wouldn't mind. It does no good to be
So near to you; and since it never does,
Why am I here? I am because of you,
Of course; you may not care, but I still do.
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