A.M.

THESE MORNINGS
THEY'VE BEEN A LITTLE BIT LESS OF YOU..
A LITTLE MORE DISTANCE
I CAN FEEL IT - IT FILLS ME UP - FILLING THE RIFT 
BETWEEN US, THAT TECHNICALLY NEVER DID EXIST.

IT NEVER DID.
HOW CAN ONE BE SPLIT WITHOUT EVER REALLY BEING ONE?
A FAULT WE MADE

A BREAK IN AN OPEN SPACE.

THAT SPACE
IT FEELS ETERNAL
AS IF THE ROAD THAT FILLS IN THE BLANK 
OF OVER TWO THOUSAND MILES
WAS SOMETHING THAT WE WOULD FREQUENT

BUT IT NEVER WAS..
PROBABLY IN THE SHADOWS OF MY MIND, AND MAYBE IN YOURS

BECAUSE OUR SPIRITS, YOU SEE
THEY BEAT US TO THE PUNCH LINE.
THEY HUG AND THEY KISS AND THEY MAKE LOVE
THE RIFT BRIMS, TEEMING WITH THE ESSENCE OF US..
US WHO HAVE NEVER TOUCHED.

OUR SOULS
THEY DANCE AND THEY LAUGH AT THE ILLUSIVE ANGUISH
BUT ULTIMATELY, IT IS UNDERSTOOD
CONSCIOUS OR UNCONSCIOUS - WILLING OR UNWILLING 
TO ADMIT THAT YOU ARE MINE
AND I AM YOURS

FOR NOW.
WE LAZE IN THE LIMBO
THAT SEPARATES OUR SOMATIC SENSIBILITY
FROM WHAT OUR HEARTS ALREADY KNOW.