I count the hours backwards now.
And realize things are upside down.
I’d see that face once in a while–
Smiling at me, ten steps behind.
I wait for the time, the ungodly hour,
And stare at words, feel the power.
I’d dig through words once in a while–
Looking at you, ten steps behind.
I remember the smooth flow of words,
No stops, no pauses, no broken cords.
I’d smile at the idea once in a while–
Talking to you, ten steps behind.
I stare at the ceiling for an eternity,
And enjoy the moments, not the possibility.
I’d write some lines once in a while–
To you who’s always ten steps behind.
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