Familiar Stranger

I'm using a rythm I havent really used before, so any critical comments are appreciated :)

Looking in the eyes of a long familiar stranger,
I long to see his love, reflected from their depths
But what I see are dreams; decaying. In their tombs.

Reaching for the arm of a long familiar stranger,
I long to feel his hand, extending out to mine
But what I feel is gone; memories. Long faded.

Turning from the scene of a long familiar stranger
I long to hear his voice, beseeching my return
But what I hear is their; amusement. They were right.