I've Lost Myself Or Most Of Me

I'm chasing the back of you in a crowd, you are too far to call and too far to run after. So I try to find out if it's you by the way you walk. You have a very distinctive walk that always catches my eye, one that is determined, a woman on a mission. I guess one of the problems of being so observant is that I always see you coming but you never see me, and I take that personally. I look away from you, or who I believe to be you for a moment and you've disappeared. I can't seem to find where you have gone and I'm so busy looking that I almost miss the flirtatious smile from a passing highschool girl. This should make me smile but it makes me want to cry because I'm suffocating. I can't breathe here and you don't seem to understand that. You think that it's about you, but it's about me and it's about this place and the way it haunts me everytime I come here. But I can't take myself out of this place and neither can you, so I find a place within this place that haunts me and I stay there to catch my breath, I stay there until I can breathe again, until I can no longer think of seeing you.