At You ..

an open book ..
yet a stranger ..
that's what i am..
to the world around..

i thought i knew ..
you more than anyone..
yet i know nothing..
beyond the word you...

i shared i cared..
as i got what i gave..
but still i lose out...
on the word called you...

i wait as the sun fades ..
to the moment it rises again..
yet i find it impossible to..
wait for the word called you...

i write to write the felt..
with ink and paper but just..
as i seat myself down ..
i stop at this word called.. you ..

--
hamza ..