Together is how we should be, rainy days can’t come between us, snow won’t slow us down.
I’ve written painful thoughts, still scared our love will be lost, I feel alone in the middle of the Atlantic dropped off and falling apart.
It isn’t so, yeah I know, I’m looking at us as a growing plant and can’t see any changes from yesterday, It’s still just me, here, praying while you sleep somewhere else.
Separation.
Alienation
Or lack of patience?