I am the one

I am the one who slips through
fingers of hopes, dreams
Do you know me?
it seems;
we met before
on the floor
of that house,
out in the desert
away from the shore,
when you were alone
it seems;
when I last saw you
crumbling,
I saw you there
mumbling to you,
how do you do
old friend you say,
gone is the day
of what seems to be dreams,
What, Still don’t know me?
I am the one who see’s you
too many times through,
from the outside;
too many times
from the inside.