I’ve met you before, of that I am sure.
I don’t know your name or your face yet, but that’s not important.
I’ve known your soul.
This life has not lead me to you yet,
and while I am happy, I suppose your absence can explain restlessness on my part.
I’m happy but I don’t feel peace too often.
It leads to frustration and utter annoyance.
There’s no reason I can put my finger on, no problem that I can solve.
It’s just this feeling of missing you, of knowing you and yet not knowing you at all.