i sit here, in the dark,
my face illuminated by the pale screen,

twirling my hair around my finger
listening to the song you shared with me on repeat
imagining you with white headphones in

writing one of your college essays

i'd say-
this song is our secret
miles away-
it's the closest thing we have to hands intertwining

when the melody plays out,
it doesn't seem as if you're that far away