Sometimes I miss you,
even though it was just a minute ago that we talked.
Sometimes I don't know what to say,
so I just laugh so I don't listen to silence.
Sometimes I want to stare in your eyes,
but look away because eye contact is generally instantaneous.

Going through all of the drafts I have on here that I never published, and publishing all of the ones that interest me. The onslaught is old.
I can guess who this is about.