the miles are wide
wider than my mind can imagine
different sands between your toes
same sky as your hat
when you sleep
i wake,
when you walk the streets
i warm my sheets
not too long
you will be away
not too long
will i be alone
but how does it seem
somehow
that this time
this distance
is drawing a line in the sand
of lover or friend
is to be cast in stone
forever
how will you see me?
when you feet touch home?
how wil your heart feel?
when you inhale me?
absence
maybe
a decider
maybe
a destroyer
sometimes
you feel close
and i think that i know you
but i dont
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 5:10 AM UTC
the miles are wide
wider than my mind can imagine
different sands between your toes
same sky as your hat
when you sleep
i wake,
when you walk the streets
i warm my sheets
not too long
you will be away
not too long
will i be alone
but how does it seem
somehow
that this time
this distance
is drawing a line in the sand
of lover or friend
is to be cast in stone
forever
how will you see me?
when you feet touch home?
how wil your heart feel?
when you inhale me?
absence
maybe
a decider
maybe
a destroyer
sometimes
you feel close
and i think that i know you
but i dont