Far apart.
Not really. We are in the same state.
Feels like oceans.
Like at least two.
Time is relative.
1 day equals 1000 years.
I remember your face.
Not as well as looking in reality.
When you are not talking to me
Your voice.
Its like nails on chalkboard.
In person. Its angels playing harps in heaven.
In the mirror.
I see your eyes where mine should be.
That's why I spend hours at the mirror.
I know you are okay.
Can I not worry for no reason?
There is a submarine in my chest.
I'm not sure if the feeling is rising or sinking.
They might be the same.
My hat is a little snug.
I just think it was made to give me a hug.
When I need one.
That wasn't supposed to rhyme.
Not this time,
anyways.