The Missing

You saw me staring at you during the night, but that wasn't me.

You felt my lips kissing yours, but these lips weren't mine.

You heard me telling you "I miss you", but that wasn't my voice.

This is not me i'm telling you, it's only a body which looks like mine.

I didn't say those things, i have never touched your lips and mostly i don't even know

how it feels to look at you.