four hours between then and now
do you know, i never quite knew
the day you were born
i ask you always, in the times we setttle

say, what is it you want from us
a future in which
i provide you with purpose
to me, perhaps something dear

we talk and i never quite
catch a glimpse of you,
though rarely, you dance
shimmering in the same lights
i once found something akin
to an unfathomable beauty
so clear,
im mistaken, it might be alive

a part of you sits so close to my heart
along the outlines, such parameters
pulling and pushing, betwixt
a life we could
a life we will never