So much time has passed and yet none at all because
I thought about you a lot today.

I'm sure you did too.

Someone close to me saw your new face, your happier face; That something face that told her your appearance wasn't the only thing that had changed (still guilty).
She never said that you looked guilty, but she saw you. And no matter how much time you've spent renovating the rooms, resurfacing dents, and painting the walls, you're still guilty.

I'm not close to her; not like I was to you.
Now I say I'm close to her, because you're the farthest away you've ever been, and she's the closest person to you that I know.

You looked down at your sneakers when her recollecting eyes eagerly locked into yours, because you're not close to her. She's just the closest person to me that you know.

And you're still guilty.