You're only hiding

I think you must be hiding.
I still feel like you’re here.
Like you’re still working hard
And we all say we’ll see each other next year.

But they tell me something different.
I’ve seen it all down in writing.
But you’re still giving me make-up tips.
I guess you’re just hiding.

Do you remember when you dressed me up?
When we sat together at Leavers Dinner?
There were plenty of other tables.
But ours was reserved for winners.

Hey I guess I should tell you what I'm up to now.
Like my boyfriend and I are still fighting.
But I can’t seem to find you.
I know, you’re still hiding.

You fascinated me with your eagerness.
With your insights into the world we live in.
What am I supposed to look up to now?
A photograph up on the wall with a pin?

You still exist, you haven't gone.
I know because I thought I saw you yesterday.
You were in line at the supermarket.
But when you turned it wasn't you, a different face.

I crossed the road and thought of you.
I stopped singing in my head and heard things.
The birds, the cars, I smelt the grass.
That's how I know you're only hiding.

I guess we all have to carry on.
We all still dream of what might be.
You were a friend, a sister, daughter.
I knew you as Ve.