I'm staring out the window..
Cool collected raindrops, windowsill acts as edges to a cage.
And I'm running to the door at the sounds of truck exhaust.
Wondering when our eyes will meet again, and I can be a little less broken.
I feel like years have grown where once months used to gather.
Becoming more real as you are already holding my heart in your palm.
So easily you could stop it,
Squeeze your hand shut and watch my messy death unveil.
But instead you hold it, just out of reach.
Close enough for me to feel your love.
But far enough away for me to be lonely.
I miss you so much.
