Cross-links

It is as if you are in the next room
It is as if you are not in your nightwear
But draped in blue sweater and high heels
It is as if you chuckle when we drop void
It is when you are just by the window
And I fail to tap the glass
It is as if I'm running to stand still by your house
And your house lies several raindrops away.
It is when I write, I communicate most
Than I ever could in senses and structures.