This Unseen Thing

I felt you when you walked into the room.
I didn't have to look, I knew the moment
you arrived. I felt you inside.
What is this thing between you and me,
this thing that goes unseen?
You read my eyes, I read your mind, and neither of us
are ever far off at any given time.

Sometimes I cry, miscommunication!
But in truth,
it's the lack of knowledge, that I seek.
Not to know where you go or who yo see!
Not to know the truth of things!

Does it matter? Would it change?
So I remain the same and try to shut you out.
I refuse to believe that you are part of me.
I've almost mastered getting over you.

And then,
I felt you when you walked into the room.