313seoul
mid evening late night
early morning
not quite in time
where are you right now
im sitting in a tight spot light
its tomorrow
eight thousand thousand
meters between us
i feel loss in the distance
memories it brings back
don’t sit quite
right
can i bother you
it bothers me to
want you here
but i do
do you too
how is it there
slipped off course
drifted away
eight thousand thousand
still moved on
but i won’t
can’t don’t
you’d love it here
i know it
i would too with you
but you’re not
so i can’t
don’t won’t
