twitter chronicles

i tweet every so often and i said, "i think he put a map in between is us so that we could find each other."

time and distance sneak into the corners of our soul
and our conversations run longer than the stretch of road between us
sun rises aren't as beautiful if they're not coming through his window and over my shoulders
meanwhile, rain is a sad song when you're listening alone
but distance is neither a friend or an enemy
just an acquaintance that we must deal with in passing
not bringing us close enough to touch but not letting enough space in between to stop wanting to
and time?
there's simply not enough to like what distance does but there's too much of it in the first place
so we bounce back and forth between eternities trying to find one we can own
just trying to go the distance in the time we've borrowed
but then reality hits us
and we wake up, in separate beds
him hugging distance
while i'm kissing time
because when time and distance sneak into the corners of our soul, it feels like love