Them

I can hear you, you know, your cries in the night,
You laughter that floats on the breeze, out of sight.
Your singing and chanting, and shouting sometimes,
Those are a few of your most common crimes.

I see you each day, together, by the shore,
Or buying the things you, for some reason, adore.
You don't see me, I'm happy to say,
Sitting, observing, staying out of your way.

I want you to know that I see what you have,
The chinks of your glasses, your sun tanned backs.
I envy you this, wish I could see,
Just for a moment, those same things for me.

The time when you notice is during the day,
I'm alone then too, in a different way.
You stare at me strangely, like I'm an alien thing,
As if I am crazy, not living a dream.

I need you, you know, sometimes, by my side,
Watching my footsteps, matching my stride.
Helping me see the ways I've gone wrong,
Singing with me my favourite song.