You Mean Nothing to me

Yet I starve to see your face
Yet your voice haunts my dreams
Yet your memories play like a movie
Yet your touch on my skin , I feel.

You mean nothing to me,
Yet I still save that penny
To see you across town
Riding in old taxis.

You mean nothing to me.
Yet I sit here in wait
Wiping a stream of tears
Flowing across my crimson cheek.