1861
how do you know eyes you cant see?
how do you know the taste of lips that have not yet met yours?
how can you know a heart,
when its beating,
eighteen hundred and sixty one
kilometers
a w a y.
i don't know
i don't know how he knows my soul, when he hasn't seen the windows
or how the taste of his lips lingers on mine
when they haven't met
because there is
eighteen hundred and sixty one
kilometers
s e p a r a t i n g
two halves of the same whole
that's how it feels.
like i'm living incompletely because my heart isn't with me
and it's hard to breathe without my baby next to me
like a shell of a woman
when
my heart is
eighteen hundred and sixty one
kilometers
a w a y.
but not for much longer
five more days, five more nights
its like a kid running a race and the end is in sight
all of the longing, and all of the waiting
so many days
anticipating
it's like i'm going home
into his arms, so familiar to mine, and to my soul
what my eyes cannot know, my heart already does
its might sound crazy
but isn't this love?
