eight am and the alarm of my phone starts up again.
twenty floors down
a fifteen minute walk
thirty eight floors back up
all that in a thousand, a hundred and twelve steps
that's how far i am from you.
there's the phone.
there's the internet.
but no real you.
you're still asleep, i know, while i carry on with my day.
by the time you wake to start your day,
i'd be half done with mine.
five o clock and i can go home now
thirty eight floors down
a fifteen minute walk
twenty four floors up
all that still in a thousand, a hundred and twelve steps
as i close the distance between me and you
there's a bath
there's dinner
and there's the real you
you're awake now, i know, as my day draws to a close
by the time you'll fall asleep
i'll be a few hours away from waking.
i just miss you that's all.