The Space Between Us

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this short walk back to my car is the
longest of my life, and the 90-minute
drive home feels like 90 years.

rying never
felt so good
(i hope my tears
will always be
this happy)

or we can break like a bone—
there will be pain,

But, darling, sometimes the distance
just isn’t for everyone.

and maybe the knives i stab you with
the claws you dig into my mind
twisting and turning all the time—
maybe we could
put our weapons away

The way we tried to make time for each other, when we didn’t have enough of it.

This memory plays on repeat, a record I can’t escape.

I’m sorry I’m all out of apologies, and there are just some things I don’t know; I’m sorry I always have to come and go.

we deserved our
moment in the sun
but you were
just too cold