When you're awake
Likely chatting away on Discord.
I'm likely tossing and turning
Trying to get to sleep.
And when I'm up
At an ungodly hour in the morning.
You're probably asleep.
Hugging your pillow, I hope.
Halfway across the country now.
The distance between us feels further
Yet when we talk it feels like
You never left.
One day, I'll join you
And then, finally
Our schedules won't be awkward.
Instead, they'll be synchronized.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
When you're awake
Likely chatting away on Discord.
I'm likely tossing and turning
Trying to get to sleep.
And when I'm up
At an ungodly hour in the morning.
You're probably asleep.
Hugging your pillow, I hope.
Halfway across the country now.
The distance between us feels further
Yet when we talk it feels like
You never left.
One day, I'll join you
And then, finally
Our schedules won't be awkward.
Instead, they'll be synchronized.
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