For all the times..

Behind different doors we lie
And the days go by in the wink of an eye.
I think of you sometimes , not often.
And you think of me when you want a story different from your own.
You pass the salt and I the papers.
We lead separate lives yet every moment, every phase of life that we step into, we are drawn closer.
You see my smile in unknown faces, I search your eyes among faceless crowds. 
I tell different stories everyday to myself and people, some are true and the rest figments of imagination.
But in all those stories I relentlessly speak of you. 
The times the clock just betrayed 
Of all the times we couldn't call it a day.