Weirdness

How you transform into someone else
in a day, in a minute
- but only to me -
and how this haze turns mellow
and bright and cloudy.

How it should all be weird
but isn't
- at times at least -
and why I just know
what you disagree with.

How passions come and go,
how you lose interest in your goal
- the obvious one -
and today the mood is as shaky
as the weather.

I see my questioning face
in your mirrors
and turn away.
I look back again
and you keep on staring
forward, to something present.

Something is missing,
something irrational.
I am missing
you.
My rationality
is missing too.