When they say that the world is too small

and that we're all only as far apart as six degrees of separation

I hope they consider everyone else in this place

but us (statistics are easy to manipulate,

I remember you saying that)

because we live a few hundred metres away

yet in this jungle of a city

the odds of me bumping into you accidentally

or even on purpose are slim to none

when i meet someone that is one degree

of separation away from you

I dare not ask about the boy who broke my heart

ripped it out and tore it apart

half knowledge is dangerous, and

sometimes, rather blindsiding

another one of your quotes,

can you blame me?

your words have carved a space in my ribcage,

the small fist sized space where a vital organ stays frozen

how foolish of people to make a home of those who never wanted to stay

we can speak in tongues and poorly written verses

about that what we do not comprehend

truth is that i havent seen you in a year and yet

somehow when i walk past your house

somehow when i enter that small cafe

somehow when i visit the museum

my eyes will always look for you.

six degrees of separation, this cannot be true

when i am still holding on to the mere memory of you